Comedy hour with benefits

Michelle came over for her usual Wednesday session and I made some completely ridiculous comment about how burpees were probably invented by someone who hated joy. Next thing I know, she’s completely losing it.

Comedy hour with benefits

I mean, full-on can’t-breathe, doubled-over, tears-streaming kind of laughter. Which of course made me start laughing, which made her laugh harder, which… you get the picture. We basically had to pause the entire workout because neither of us could function.

The recovery phase

Took us a solid five minutes to get back on track, and even then she’d catch my eye and start giggling again. Best part? She still crushed her sets afterward. Nothing like a good laugh to reset your energy.