Guys… kickball? The only thing I kick is my own dignity when someone shouts, “Run!” and I politely sit down. Cardio is my archnemesis. I once spent 20 minutes looking for my Fitbit, just so I could throw it out the window and feel like I’d done a workout.
I don’t run unless:
- There’s free food at the finish line, or
- Someone said, “Come on, you’ll love it,” or
- The police are chasing me, and I have a TV under my arm.
Meanwhile, I pump iron like I’m boycotting gravity. I’m like Thor if Thor looked at cardio and said, “Nah. I’ll lift this sofa again.”
So to the Skool rankings team:Did you watch me dodge a jog? Did you count how many times I said, “I don’t do cardio” like it was a love language?
Because if kickball is athletic prowess, then based on how I sprinted to the fridge last night, I’ve peaked athletically at Level 10 – Snack Sprinting Olympian.
🏆 Your move, Skool.
👉 Click your profile and drop your Skool level and title in the comments. Let’s see who’s really out here winning medals for walking to coffee.
P.S: All in good fun!
P.P.S: I really hope there's some free protein shake behind door no. 9