I was never the athletic kid. Growing up, I gravitated toward art and books, not scoreboards or starting lines. Still, my childhood summers were spent the way they should be—by the lake, riding bikes until dusk, soaking up the simple freedom of being young. Adulthood, however, shifted everything. Between work, raising children, and navigating a relationship that was slowly unraveling, self‑care slipped far down the priority list. The weight of responsibility and routine crept in quietly, and...