It took a pandemic for me to finally break up with my trainer.
We had been working out together for almost three years. But as in any long-term relationship, things had started to feel ... routine. Sometimes I didn’t break a sweat. He really wanted to be a tattoo artist. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Sometimes I think we would have worked out together forever had it not been for, well, 2020. I continued to pay him through the first lockdown because it felt like the right thing to do, but really because I hate confrontation.
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