Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Planking was the sport in those days......great athletes of the day could plank for hours at a time with only 2 ribs making contact with the corner of a stone wall; hours without falling. Margo and Marcus actually met at a plank-in. She was well known around Plattsburg for her incline planks, where she could balance on a corner with her head 2 feet lower than her feet. People would even come over from Burlington to watch her and bring her laurels made of cedar boughs. Cedar was a tree of the old world and only a few survived. Marcus had never seen anyone so beautiful. He became obsessed. He could plank too, but he knew he would never have moves like her. When he finally got the nerve up to tell her that he hadn't stopped thinking of her at least once an hour for the past year, at least twice, no, twenty times every hour, no words came out of his mouth. Does she think I'm crazy? Why can't she just know? She knows. Why can't she just come tell me that she knows!
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