The price of losing a fitness bet to a college track athlete

My guy friend from physics class always thought he was in incredible shape because he goes to the campus gym a few times a week. Being a 20-year-old college track athlete, I couldn’t help but laugh whenever he bragged about his core strength. Yesterday, we finally decided to settle it with a bet on a grueling core workout challenge. The stakes? The loser had to lie flat on their back on the gym mat and take five unmitigated, full-force drops of a heavy medicine ball straight to the stomach.

Naturally, he couldn't keep up with my pacing and tapped out halfway through the circuit.

We headed to the empty studio room at the back of the campus rec center to collect my prize. He laid down on the mat, smirked, and braced himself, completely underestimating what was coming. I picked up the heavy, dense 15-pound slam ball and stood directly over his hips.

Instead of aiming for his upper abs like he expected, I lined up my target a few inches lower.

"Wait, hold on—" he started, his eyes widening as he realized exactly where I was looking.

I didn't give him a chance to negotiate. I lifted the ball to my chest and dropped it perfectly right between his thighs.

The heavy thud echoed through the studio, immediately followed by a breathless, strangled gasp. His hands flew down to his lap as his knees instantly buckled inward. The color drained from his face entirely, and he rolled onto his side, groaning into the gym mat while I just stood over him, laughing at how easily his confidence evaporated. He learned the hard way never to bet against a track girl.