Before I came to college, when people told me I needed to exercise daily and eat healthier, I was all:
Because like, “YOLO.” Why waste time running in place in the gym? My time could better be served elsewhere, and besides, Dodge obviously works better as a shelter in the event of a zombie apocalypse. But I’ve since seen the horrors of dining hall food and halal carts on Broadway, so sometime last year I decided to finally do the unthinkable—I went to the gym.
