Going to the gym used to be something that I tolerated. I knew it was good for me, I knew (and felt) the benefits, and because I wanted to be in integrity with every patient I told to train, I did it.

I wasn't overly consistent and spend most of the time unmotivated.

Over the past 2 years, things have changed.

I've been witness to people I care about and people I take care of losing their physical ability. For some, bending over and even getting out of bed became a huge physical challenge.

I started feeling grateful that I had a body that worked, and I started viewing training, not as chore that needed to be accomplished, but as a celebration to being able to move.

It's made all the difference.