The Inner Monologue of a Dream Team Warrior (And the Sudden Urge for Pizza)

We've all been there. You're in the middle of a killer workout at Dream Team Group Fitness. The music is pumping, the energy is high, and you are, for all intents and purposes, a finely-tuned machine of muscle and sweat.

But if you could hit "play" on your internal monologue, you'd hear a completely different story.

Take, for instance, a recent battle rope session. On the outside, our guy looks like a Roman gladiator—focused, powerful, and ready to conquer. His arms are whipping the ropes into submission, waves of kinetic energy flying everywhere. He's a warrior. A champion.

Inside his head, however, a much more dramatic scene is unfolding.

"Are my arms still attached to my body? I feel like they're just... gone."

"Wait, is that a faint smell of pizza? Or is that just a hallucination brought on by extreme physical exertion?"

"Okay, I'm pretty sure I could live off of protein bars and sheer willpower for the rest of my life. Or I could just go home and watch Netflix. The Netflix option is looking pretty good right now."

That's the beauty of group fitness at Dream Team. We go from "I am an invincible beast" to "Can someone please hand me a protein shake and a large pepperoni?" in a matter of seconds. We push our limits, we go beyond what we thought was possible, and we do it all while battling our own ridiculous thoughts.

So next time you're on the floor, questioning your life choices and whether it's too late to just lie there for a bit, just know you're not alone. We're all in it together, united by the shared experience of extreme effort and the sudden, overwhelming desire for a nap.