Planking. Everybody’s doing it. Celebrities… Random Joes… How is it that I am just now learning about planking and all its awesomeness? I mean, I know I live a hermit life, secluded from the rest of the world, but come on. I don’t live in a freaking cave.
My friend Fabulous Wendy taught me about planking. “It’s where you go out in public and you make yourself into a plank in random places,” she said.
“Sounds cool,” I told her, secretly rolling my eyes, having no idea what she was actually talking about.
“You just have to watch this video,” she said. I hesitantly agreed to watch her video thoroughly expecting to find it to be as dumb as it sounded. This is what she sent me:
I couldn’t roll my eyes any longer after seeing that. It was… freaking… AWESOME. I told her we’d do some planking next time we hung out, and boy, did she hold me to it. We went out the next evening to a fun-center/laser tag type place and began looking around for our first planking opportunities.
My first plank was overly amateurish. My head was up way too high. I might as well have spread my arms and pretended I was flying.
“Let me show you how it’s done,” Fabulous Wendy said. And without another word, she headed over to the Foosball table.
I nodded my head with a look that said, “yeah, I think I get it.” She took my cue and demonstrated again on the air hockey table.
“Okay, I think I got it,” I told her and made my way to the closest pool table.
“That’s better,” she said, “but kind of boring. It’s better if you’re like, I don’t know…”
I cut her off mid sentence. “Wait, I’ve got the perfect one.” I motioned over to the coke machine.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m serious,” I told her as I headed toward the manager to ask if he cared if a thirty-one year old man turned himself into a plank on top of his Coke machine. He was cool with it (supportive even), and so up I climbed.
I’d never felt so fulfilled in my entire life. “That’s the best plank of the night!” Fabulous Wendy yelled up to me while I planked for what felt like hours on a dust and grime covered Coke machine.
And, just like that planking became a part of my life. I became a genuine, certified, enthusiastic planker.
So, now if you see me planking in random blog posts… you’ll know why. And you’ll know who to blame.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
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