On the one hand, it’s her life, her choice, her body. 🏋️‍♀️ But on the other hand, it’s hard for me to separate training from… the nuances of a relationship. For some reason, it seems that there’s something more than just sport hidden between the weights and the cardio machines. 😶

I love sport myself, I respect discipline, I understand that a good trainer helps you achieve your goals. 💪 But when I see that it’s a man and she’s married, I catch myself thinking: what if it were someone else? How thin is the line between professionalism and flirting?

And you know what? It doesn’t make me angry or envious. I'm just thinking about how many hidden signals there are in our lives that we ourselves don't notice. 🔍 Sometimes the boundaries are obvious only from the outside, but inside, everything is complicated.

Maybe I'm too complicated. 🤷‍♀️ But it seems to me that everything is important in a relationship: trust, transparency, respect. And when you see these workouts, there is always a strange feeling that somewhere between the squats and pull-ups there is a small provocation.

In the end, I understand: this is not my life and it is not my job to control other people's decisions. ⚡️ But sometimes strangeness is a signal that helps you better understand yourself and your values. And perhaps this is what makes me attentive to my own boundaries and desires. 🌿

Masha