Workouts come in all forms — cardio, weightlifting, yoga.
And then there’s Jo’s version: automotive resistance training in heels.
It all started innocently enough. A stalled car. A quiet street. A light breeze that suggested everything was under control.
Enter Jo — in towering stilettos, tight leggings and absolutely no plan.
Where others would call roadside assistance, Jo called upon her core strength, chaos energy, and runway confidence.
“Who needs a gym,” she muttered, “when you have a hatchback and unresolved determination?”
She planted her feet, placed both hands on the trunk, and pushed — in short, dramatic bursts, each one accompanied by grunts, eye-rolls, and motivational monologues like:
“This is what happens when you believe in yourself and wear heels!”
The car moved approximately seven centimeters. Jo cheered.
Passersby watched in a state of inspired confusion. Was it a workout? Was it performance art? Was this woman okay?
Jo wasn’t sweating — she was shimmering.
Her heels dug into the pavement like stubborn little pickaxes, clicking angrily as if they, too, were offended by the weight of the vehicle.
Midway through, she stopped to reapply lipstick. Not because she needed to — but because pushing a car while serving looks is exhausting, and even breakdowns deserve a bold red lip.
Eventually, the car began rolling (thanks mostly to gravity and Jo yelling “GO, GIRL!” at it like it could hear her). She jumped aside, victorious, then casually leaned on the hood as if this had all been on purpose.
Was it a workout? Jo says yes. Her heels say never again.
