My healing “journey,” as some might call it, began in March 2020. Frustrated with my declining ability to climb our basement stairs—a daily reminder of my waning enjoyment of hiking—I sought help in the form of a personal trainer.
I made an appointment with a trainer named Andrew and the week after our very first meeting our country shut down due to COVID, so I canceled my upcoming session. Two months later, I reached out to him again. We agreed to hold our sessions outside until businesses were allowed to reopen.
