However, fellow burpee-ites, I will not let you off that easily. Instead I, plan to pick on your American insecurities and post photos from my time in Vietnam, and tell you how much worse things could be. Without further ado...
Photo of my guesthouse in Ho Chi Minh City. See that small space between the beds? Yea? That's where I had to do my burpees and other workouts since there aren't fancy gyms or even many parks in HCMC. Oh and look how small that TV is and how hideous that green. Life is really hard there, I can't believe I survived.
And look at the view out the window. How did I even muster the courage to go outside? I mean there used to be warplanes in that very sky! (Mom, for the last time, the war is OVER!)
And just look at those floating houses behind the floating bodega! Clearly, the floating grocery woman gets her exercise from rowing, but what about the others? Do you think they have the luxury of being able to do burpees? I mean can you imagine all the upset stomachs and complaints from other floating villagers about the mini tidal waves? Anyway, instead of complaining, maybe you should just be thankful you have solid ground to burpee on!