Every Monday and Wednesday, I pay a guy to push my heart rate into the stratosphere and turn my muscles into mush. His name is Tyler, and he’s my personal trainer.
For years, I worked out on my own. Haphazardly. I’d run a bit here, lift some weights there. I seldom warmed up and frequently forgot to stretch. Afterwards, I’d come home and reward myself with a beer.
To find out more about this article please visit: https://medium.com/personal-growth/two-things-you-should-focus-on-instead-of-social-media-4b3dd86bef7b