I often think that the gym is not about the body, but about the head. 💭 First, you put on sports leggings, look at your reflection and doubt again - do you need it? But you come. You put a bottle of water next to the exercise machine, 💦 turn on the music so loud that your own thoughts drown in the rhythm.

Today I was late for training. 🏃‍♀️ More precisely, I am late almost every time. Because of work, traffic jams, sudden things that appear at the very moment when I am about to put on sneakers. But I still come. Because I know that if not today, then tomorrow my thoughts will be even more confused.

I love the moment when my hands start shaking under the weight of the barbell. 💪 It means that I feel something. Not sadness, not resentment, not anxiety - just a weight that I can lift or drop. And at that moment I understand: everything that I carry inside me can also be dropped. Or at least shifted.

Sometimes I look at others: someone is taking perfect photos in the mirror, 📸 someone is texting a trainer, someone is just sitting on the mat and scrolling through the feed. And I wipe the sweat from my forehead and think: “Okay. One more approach. One more time. I'll talk to myself one more time.” Probably, if it weren't for the gym, I would never have understood how important time alone is.

Do you have such a place? Where you can be silent and still understand everything about yourself? 💙