I enter the gym - and the world around me freezes.
Here is a different reality: mirrors, the shine of metal, the rhythm of music and that special smell - a mixture of work, strength and concentration 🏋️‍♀️🎧💥

First - a warm-up. When the body is still sleepy, but already expects a load. Breathing becomes deeper, thoughts - clearer. I pull my arms up, slowly untwist my shoulders - and feel myself returning to myself.
This is not just physical activity - it is an internal ritual where I leave fatigue, doubts, fears behind the threshold of the gym.

The first set... the second... the third...
The muscles burn, but there is a certain freedom in this.
I see how my body changes, how it obeys me - not the first time, but more and more every day.
I feel how everything superfluous comes out with sweat: fatigue, anxiety, unnecessary thoughts.
Training is my meeting with my own strength 💪🔥

After strength training — cardio. Treadmill, and it’s as if life is running with me. I love this moment — when I’m already tired, but I don’t stop.
It’s about character. About choice. About myself.
About a woman who doesn’t give up.

Then — stretching. Calm. Breathing. Silence inside.
I’m tired, but happy. In the mirror — me. Real. Not perfect. But alive, determined, feminine.
And again I understand: I love this me after training.
Strong. Flexible. Whole.
🌿💧🩷