I joined a gym. A new one. Across town. Far from...
I joined a gym. A new one. Across town. Far from our usual spots. I needed space that wasn't ours. Space you've never been. The trainer asks about my fitness goals. "Getting over someone," I almost say. But I lie. "General health." He buys it. He doesn't need my sob story. The treadmill doesn't judge. The weights don't ask questions. Perfect.
— — Learning to Let Go
Enshrined on January 1, 2026 at 05:54 AM UTC