Planking. It sounds stupid, looks a little stupid and to some people it is stupid. But to me it is one of the most fun and random things ever. I heard about planking while I was at a church camp in Provo, Utah. Twins in my group started planking not too long before the camp. I was intrigued by how they talked about it. I didn’t actually see planking until I came back to Texas. I didn’t really understand the whole concept behind it but decided, why not? One day when some of our friends were in town, I took a glance at our stair’s handrail that was about three inches wide and thought “I’m going to plank on that.” It didn’t seem difficult to me at all, not a big deal. I hoisted myself up onto it and planked there for about two minutes while everyone surrounded me.

I couldn’t see anything and only thought to keep everything tight. The only true sense I had at that moment was my hearing, all the people laughing and the shutters of their cameras. A voice rang out from the crowd saying, “This is going on Facebook!” When that single photo hit the web, my notification box was dinging every other second. I knew I had truly accomplished the plank when the twins from Utah commented on it saying, “nice plank.”

I was motivated. I was going to plank anywhere I went. Now that I look back on my prime time planking, I realize that was what I turned to so I could cope with not being where I wanted to be, with my best friends in Utah. When I hear people talking about how stupid planking is, I cannot help but to stand up to them and defend it. It has kept me from doing stupid things that could harm me. I decided to lay down face first in places, stiff as a board, instead of going out partying, and breaking the law, or doing some that is truly stupid. Planking has become something I do ever so often because I want to. Not for attention and getting the praise of others. I do it because I have fun looking weird. I have fun being me in my own way.