When your client becomes your dealer

Michelle shows up for her Tuesday session carrying a container of what I assumed were protein balls. Plot twist: chocolate chip cookies. Homemade ones. Still warm.

When your client becomes your dealer

We lasted exactly twelve minutes of actual yoga before she cracked the container open. “I made them for my kids but they’re at their dad’s,” she says, like this explains bringing them to a fitness session. “I can’t eat them all myself.”

Turns out warrior pose is much more manageable with a sugar rush.

Professional training session in progress

We did get through the full routine eventually, though I’m pretty sure downward dog while giggling about cookie crumbs doesn’t count as proper form. Jake walked through twice just to document the chaos.

Sometimes the best training sessions are the ones where you remember why you actually enjoy moving your body. Even if it’s fueled by chocolate chips instead of spite.