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.

Strolling through the streets of my hometown is my favorite meditative pastime. I know every nook, every bench, and that one café that always gives you two napkins instead of one. Sometimes I deliberately wander into unknown courtyards just to feel like a tourist in my own city.

So the perfect day looks like this: morning workout, afternoon dancing, evening a lemonade walk. If they gave Olympic medals for that, I’d totally take one home. But for now, I’m happy with a bright smile and pleasantly tired feet and that’s not a bad prize either, don’t you think?

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.

the ultimate companion for my walks is lemonade. Rain or shine, I always find a reason to grab a fizzy glass. They say grown‑ups drink coffee or wine, but I firmly believe that lemonade is the elixir of energy especially when it comes with a lemon slice and my conscience floating in it (just kidding).