Last night in a brief moment of boredom I had an urge to see how many (if any at all) push-ups I could do at this stage of my life. I was in my kitchen at the time. I got down into the plank position and prepared my mind and body for physical exertion. Little did I know,.. I was being watched. First push-up cracked joints and tendons I havent used in a year but I struggled onward. 2, 3 and 4 moved right along. The motor was running in this old broken down machine and nothing could stop the momentum. 5 was interrupted by a sharp pain in my shoulders so I held myself half off the floor until it passed. It was at this point the apex predator launched his attack.
My bulldog sprang from his usual lounging spot on the living room couch and galloped into the kitchen like a rabid Caribou. Still in the low plank position, I looked to my right and saw the beast charging toward me but there was nothing I could do. I was wounded prey. My dog, who I love more than anything on this planet, jumped to what seemed like 3 feet in the air (At least that I what it looked like from the floor) and came down with his hammer like paw essentially slapping me across the side of my face. My arms gave out. I could no longer hold the plank. I was splayed out across the floor. The beast walked away; satisfied with his conquest he returned to the couch.
The shock of what had just transpired gripped me for a seconds and then gave way to hysterical laughter. My bulldog slapped me like Rick James.
My bulldog sprang from his usual lounging spot on the living room couch and galloped into the kitchen like a rabid Caribou. Still in the low plank position, I looked to my right and saw the beast charging toward me but there was nothing I could do. I was wounded prey. My dog, who I love more than anything on this planet, jumped to what seemed like 3 feet in the air (At least that I what it looked like from the floor) and came down with his hammer like paw essentially slapping me across the side of my face. My arms gave out. I could no longer hold the plank. I was splayed out across the floor. The beast walked away; satisfied with his conquest he returned to the couch.
The shock of what had just transpired gripped me for a seconds and then gave way to hysterical laughter. My bulldog slapped me like Rick James.
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