I mean I genuinely believe there are very few situations in life that require voluntarily throwing yourself onto the ground, performing a push-up, jumping back to your feet, and then launching yourself into the air... over and over again.

If you love them?

Great.

You can have mine.

They adjusted their smartwatch. Synced their heart rate monitor. Checked their recovery score. Picked a playlist. Took a sip from a gallon-sized water bottle. Opened three different fitness apps. Then, finally, they grabbed a dumbbell.

Meanwhile, an older gentleman wandered in wearing cargo shorts and a faded T-shirt, rowed for half an hour, chatted with the front desk, and headed home looking happier than anyone else in the building.

If I had to bet on who'll still be exercising ten years from now?