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Confession: Gyms intimidate me. Trainers intimidate me. Weight machines intimidate me. Or at least they did. I was the girl in the last row of the spin class or hidden in the corner of bootcamp, desperate to be invisible. Working out was a necessity—for my health, both physically and mentally—but the daunting task of just doing it and wading through my insecurities left me stuck in a never ending cycle of a stop-start fitness routine.
