I stepped into the gym that morning after months of ignoring that the gym even existed. I hadn't touched a piece of equipment yet and my heart was already pounding.
I felt so stupid for spending oodles of money on a gym membership I never used. I had gotten used to the weird guilt that would show up every time I picked up a burger from the place next door. Plus, I kept telling myself I would cancel my membership soon, because "I'm not a gym-person anyway."
Yet, there I was at 7am, scared as fuck and ready to remind myself what cardio was.