Meanwhile, hiking is fine for the wussy Blue team, but Jillian's Black Team has to jog with logs. Log jog! The team members are united, because they want to prove that they're worthy of being in the competition. Jillian tells us that her training methods are aggressive mentally and physically, but the best warriors are forged in fire. She looks really good when she says "warriors." Now that the team has done all kinds of crazy shit for hours on end in ninety-six-degree heat, putting in some hours on the elliptical in an air-conditioned gym is going to be cake, she tells us. But not literal cake, of course. Is it wrong that I want to lick the sweat off of her buff shoulders?

Meanwhile, Kim notices that Bryan is eating string cheese and Jell-O. She is appalled, and teaches him about the wonders of turkey. You can lose five pounds a year by substituting turkey for beef twice a week! Kim's turkey taco recipe can be found online. I'm not going to touch that one. Then it's time for some working out, and Kim tries to berate Amy for complaining on the elliptical. She tries to get tough. To underscore how ridiculous this is, we cut to Jillian and the Black Team engaging in torturous calorie-burning on the beach. Julie is excited that she gets to be a rebel for the first time in her life. The Black Team is definitely the team to be on. Hollie starts crying because it's all too tough for her. Jillian talks her through it in a way that's firm but not abusive by going through her options -- she can do three more of whatever exercise they're doing, or she can quit. And if she quits, she's not changing. She does three more.

The Blue Team talks about the next challenge, which Bob says will involve stairs. Bob tells us that he amped up his team. He's all, "If they give you the Mount Everest of stairs, you say bring it on! Woo!" I want Jillian to challenge him to arm wrestling just once. Once is all it will take.

Meanwhile, it takes eight thousand jumping jacks to burn off the calories in a pint of ice cream! I need to get off the f'ing couch and start jumping, is what this means.