Once upon a time, there was a woman who, just a year ago, felt totally broken.

After surviving a toxic work environment that drained her body and spirit, she could barely walk down the street.
Seriously—barely.

But she started anyway, with rucks weighing just 10 pounds, building slowly, day by day, until she was rucking with 26 pounds, adding Peloton rides, and more recently—gingerly—rebounding.
At every step, she listened to her body, honoring recovery as she went.

For months, progress came in fits and starts—not a smooth climb, but a gradual clawing out of depletion.
She was always regaining just enough ground to keep going, unsure when full strength was going to be possible.

Then came the day she did something she had not done in a long time: a 45-minute rebounder session, bolder and longer than before.

She didn’t know it at the time, but that session was about to spark a transformation deeper than any workout routine could predict.

The next morning, a storm of cellular activity swept through her body.

Immune cells surged through tissue, sweeping up fragments and waste that had settled during those months of exhaustion.

Lymphatic vessels pumped open and shut with each pulse of her heartbeat, flushing out metabolic leftovers, excess hormones, and the chemical traces of ancient stress, carried finally toward elimination.