[ Santana watches carefully. Yeah, no jumping jacks, and no push-up, but that’s fine. She can work with this. ]

Okay, cool. [ santana’s demeanor suddenly shifts: she’s standing up straighter, hands now on her hips, looking even more severe than usual. Santana is in Coach Mode. ]

Well! Nothing warms up the body, mind, and behind like cardio and competition, so you’re going to race me up to the pool. Since you’re, like, old, you get a ten second head start. Ready?

[ Santana sticks her pinkies in the corners of her mouth and whistles, loud. Go!! ]