The afternoon was dragging on painfully, and Tasha was struggling to stay awake while she worked on a mountain of aging case paperwork. The weather was perfect for a nap—cold, dreary, damp, and miserable. The holidays were over and it was back to her normal routine in the absolute worst month of the year. She’d had enough coffee to keep a small army awake today, but it wasn’t cutting it, so after the third time re-reading a paragraph she’d written that made no sense to her now, she sighed, rose from her desk, stretching her arms towards the ceiling and yawning and promptly dropped to the floor and started doing push-ups.
The push-up routine quickly turned into burpees for a few reps, and then back into clap push-ups. It might be an odd sight to anyone new to the department or visiting the office, but most of Tasha’s desk mates were used to this sort of display every now and then.