I was heading to Phoenix this evening and didn't have all of my burpees done for the day. Recognizing I had an hour before my flight which was enough time to do them, so I started looking around for a space. Turns out, airports are usually busy, but every once in a while you can find a space.
I found one near my gate:
So, despite knowing just how disgusting the floors are at airports, I did my remaining 62 burpees for 92 for the day. I tried to do them where no one was looking. I tried to do them when no one was looking. I didn't succeed well.
At one point, a small child noticed me. "Mommy, what is that lady doing?"
I was chuckling until I heard him say, "Mommy, make her stop!" Yeah, kid, not going to happen until I'm done with my burpees, 10 at a time. Cry all you want, but no, today is not that day.
I managed to finish the last one, gather my things, and step into the boarding line just as my group started moving forward. Perfect timing.