While passing through Nashville, I decided to make the most of my downtime by booking a session with a local personal trainer at my hotel gym. A full-body workout sounded like the perfect way to stay on track... until my warm-up had my mind wandering for all the wrong reasons. Then he walked in. Between his deep, smooth voice, sculpted physique, and the way he confidently guided every movement, it became harder to focus on my workout than I'd planned. Every correction, every encouraging touch, and every lingering glance had me wondering if this session was about to become much more memorable than a trip to the gym. I couldn't help but think... doesn't what happens in Nashville stay in Nashville?
