A Gym-Goer’s Confession
As an avid runner and exercise aficionado, I regularly count on my workouts to keep me balanced and energized. There is something so therapeutic about tying up my shoes, flipping on my iPod and sweating it out. But for one month a year, my gym is the last place I want to be. Every January, hordes of well-intentioned New Year’s “resolutioners” pack into the gym at all hours of the night, stealing equipment from the regulars, only to stop going entirely by the end of the month.
