Work was eating everything. I woke up tired, drank gallons of coffee, and hated every Monday. The doctor said, "You need to change your activity or find a way out." I couldn't change; I had a mortgage. But finding a way out... I decided to try what I hated most.

I went to the gym. Not to lose weight—I was already fine. But simply to expend energy. To tire myself out physically, not just mentally. And you know—it worked.

The first week, I could barely crawl. My arms were shaking, my legs wouldn't obey me. But it was amazing. I felt my body. Not as a "brain carrier," but as something real, alive. After training, I'd leave the gym—and a silence would fall inside. My head wasn't buzzing. I wasn't worried about projects. There was just fatigue. Real, honest, human fatigue.

Then I got into it. I wasn't just going "for health" anymore; I started enjoying it. Lifting iron, listening to loud music through my headphones, looking in the mirror and seeing my body change. It's not about looks, to be honest. It's about knowing I can do more than I did yesterday. One more set. One more kilogram. One more minute.

I stopped dreading Monday. I started waiting for evenings to go to the gym. Because there, I don't owe anyone anything. There, I just do my work—with myself. No reports, no deadlines, no urgent needs.

Yes, it's weird. Spending two hours a day on something that doesn't bring in any money. But it keeps my head clear, calm, and collected. And I'm willing to spend time on it, even if some people think I'm a fitness freak.

Do you have an activity you hated and then came to love? Or am I the only one who's so perverted?

Yana