My name is Vicky, and I’m basically a walking antidepressant in sneakers. Sport isn’t just a habit for me — it’s my way of resisting total absorption by the couch. Though, to be honest, after a workout I still end up lying on the mat like a starfish, contemplating the meaning of life.

Dancing is my second nature. I dance everywhere: in the kitchen, in the grocery queue, and even while brushing my teeth. My neighbors probably think I’m hosting a secret rave, but actually I’m just practicing a combo to some random track in my earphones.

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