The gym is definitely not my happy place.
Even the treadmill feels like a depressing metaphor: no matter how fast I run, I never feel like I’m getting anywhere.
So, every morning at 8 am sharp, I meet with a personal trainer.
Hiring someone to help me work out is a privilege, but I enjoy the process far more when it’s social — and knowing that my trainer is waiting ensures that I never skip a day. I’m working with my own nature, not against it.