I got divorced and felt "a bit" aggressive so I had to go to the gym to maintain my mental health. It was pretty stressful at work during that time also, so working out was sort of a therapy. And I fell in love..

Cause of the circumstances at work etc. working out was sort of air to keep me alive. I know it sounds a bit harsh, but that's my experience. Every time I went to gym I have to encounter myself. I have to challenge myself mentally and be stronger than last time. And every time the iron wins. It is like continuing losing. And still, after all that preparing and losing and hitting your head on the wall you walk out of the gym stronger than never before. Perhaps I have never learn the right way to trust myself and that's why I have to work out. Actually I think that's the only thing I've never been good at.