I always told myself that I am not a gym person. That gyms freak me out. Also, they are boring. Today, I went to the gym and met a (gulp) personal trainer. Who am I? What am I turning into? What series of events led me to this strange turn of events?

A desk job, that’s what. But I’m feeling pretty good and I’m thankful that I signed up for personal training sessions. It must be true that exercise releases good endorphins because I feel more positive than I did earlier today. Also, I am thankful that I just did burpees and box jumps and crazy stuff like that and I didn’t faint. Go me.


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