AFTER I SLEEP FOR TWELVE HOURS AND WAKE UP FEELING five years younger, I sit down with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and devise a workout plan for the next few weeks. My workout chaos persists. It’s time to fix that.
I open a new document and start typing the number of reps and suggested successions that’ll let me get back on track. I consider calling my former personal trainer to ask him about high-interval training. I wonder if it could be an improvement on my cardio routine.
I quickly change my mind about calling him. It’s possible he’s not with his girlfriend anymore, but if he is, who knows what kinds of things have been confessed? There was only that one time. It was quick, efficient, exactly like a workout. It was in their apartment with extremely white walls, the gym-l
