“Come on, one more push-up, one more,” Michael coaches and as soon as I push my bodyweight up as he yells at me to keep my hips down and my back flat as I struggle to get my body in the upper plank position. I then promptly collapse, and I make the executive decision that I’m going to beat his ass, as soon as I can move my arms.
“I’m just going to stay here,” I murmur against the mat, hot cheek pressed against it as I try to catch my breath. I want to get up, I do, but that would require me moving right now and that I cannot do.
“Permission to help you up?” Michael asks, hovering over me, and I just grunt an affirmative and give a weak thumbs up. I’m moved around like a ragdoll until I’m sitting upright, arms limp at my sides, trying to blow the droplet of sweat out of my eye before the
