by Laura Coward
A few years ago I met with a new personal trainer at my gym. Without any races coming up, I was having trouble sticking to a workout schedule. At least, that’s what I told him. We spent the first 20 minutes of the meeting laughing about the worst workouts/exercises we’ve paid to do, and then we verbally went through my medical history.
“Any injuries?” No. “Heart disease?” No. “Diabetes?” No. “Depression?” Silence.