The music drove her to do repeater knees. She was sweating, focusing only on the beat— left, right, up, down . The lyrics shouted about freedom and movement, a sharp contrast to the four walls of her garage.
A driving electronic remix came on. Sarah transitioned into alternating hamstring curls, her heart rate soaring. She wasn’t thinking about emails or news alerts anymore; she was perfectly synchronized with the rhythm. musica_para_step_2020
It was June 2020. The world was quiet, but inside Sarah’s garage, the tempo was 132 beats per minute. The music drove her to do repeater knees