Playlist sabotage

Picture this: you’re three minutes into a solid HIIT routine, sweat already building, getting into that zone where you actually start believing you’re athletic. The beat is pumping, you’re crushing these burpees like the fitness goddess you pretend to be on Tuesday mornings.

Then your playlist shuffles to “Unchained Melody” and you’re suddenly doing slow-motion burpees to the Righteous Brothers.

Playlist sabotage

There’s no graceful way to transition from aggressive cardio to romantic ballad. Trust me, I tested this theory extensively.

I tried to power through it, thinking maybe I could make it work - turn it into some kind of interpretive fitness dance. Spoiler alert: I could not.

Complete surrender to the universe’s sense of humor.

Sometimes the universe just wants you to sit down and accept that your workout is over. Message received, cosmos. Message received.

Jake walked in during my dramatic floor collapse and just asked if I needed the song skipped. Men. No appreciation for the theatrical nature of fitness failures.