Why it`s hard when your gym closes
(WorldNews Health)

Fifteen years ago, pregnant with my first baby, I waddled my way into the gym close to my parents´ home. We were living in Las Vegas and visiting for the holidays. Obviously I wasn´t there to work off cookies and fruitcake. I needed to move. I needed to remind myself that I still had working feet, even if I couldn´t see them. When we relocated to Utah a year later, I came back to that gym, this time as a fitness instructor. My happy place became even happier as I met and made many of my greatest friendships. Together we shared a complicated relationship with push-ups, squats and...