Why is it that exercise and junk food are at a perpetual standoff in my brain? I love pizza like it's artwork, but gym time feels like punishment.

Exercise may be tough, but I’ve realized it often brings clarity. Sometimes sweating is all it takes to clear out the mind’s clutter.

What if we looked at exercise as a form of fun rather than a chore? I mean, who says running can’t be a dance party on the go? Why not!