They didn't even have the decency to make that bitch singular.
1 calories burned.
That's a tic tac.
One. Fucking. Tic. Tac.
All this for an hour of outrageous athleticism. (insert cough) Now for someone who eats an entire container of tic tacs in under 7 minutes - because I crunch them like the candy that they are - this preliminary cost-benefit analysis makes me question many things. Like if maybe I died during my work-out and found Jesus.
Don't even ask me what a splat point is...at this point, I don't care.