Ever done a training session in the craziest spot you can think of? I once fought in a clown car—your turn, what's the wildest place you’d push your limits?

Whoa, that’s some next‑level hardcore, man. A roof with the wind doing its own workout routine and a mine shaft that’s basically a solo rave for your lungs. I’d say you’re basically training for the apocalypse—next up, maybe a yoga session in a tornado? Keep living on the edge, but hey, remember to pack a snack before you go digging for that dust‑taste. It’s all good vibes if you keep that laugh coming.