Equipment explosion

Twenty minutes into what was supposed to be a quick morning HIIT session and I’m sitting in the middle of what looks like a sporting goods store robbery.

Equipment explosion

Somehow I managed to knock over my water bottle (creating a lovely puddle), fling my resistance bands across the room, and scatter dumbbells like confetti. All while attempting a simple burpee-to-mountain-climber combo that clearly requires more coordination than I possessed at 7am.

The best part? Jake walked in right as I was having my moment of defeated contemplation, surrounded by the carnage. Instead of helping clean up, he grabbed his phone. Thanks, babe. Really feeling the support here.

Full surrender mode activated.

Thirty minutes later and I’m finally upright again, equipment properly stored, floor mopped. Note to self: maybe stick to yoga when the brain isn’t fully online yet. My coordination apparently needs its morning coffee too.