Six years ago, I went to the gym for the first time in my life. It was a belated – and nerve-wracking – decision, inspired by, among other things, a motivational personal trainer friend and deteriorating mental health.
All was going well until the pandemic. With orders to remain indoors, any desire to exercise dissipated. In fact, for the first time in my life, it seemed like staying indoors and watching countless films and TV shows was being actively encouraged. It was a downward spiral – but fortunately, I found a source of inspiration in the most unlikely of places: my cat.
