Yesterday I confess I did not go to the gym, I don't really have a good excuse apart from the fact that I couldn't be arsed to get up at 6.15am, scrape the ice off my car and drive to the instrument of my torture.
I wanted an extra 30 minutes lie in. Okay so I'm not perfect, but nobody is, and as long as the days where I do get up at 6.15 outnumber the days I don't, I'm winning.
But this morning I have my weekly Pilates class. A class where the exercises look so innocuous but are secretly deadly. Where I can spend an hour without so much as a gasp for breath, but where the next day I feel the pleasurable ache of worked core muscles. Yes, I'm a masochist.
It gets the weekend off to a great start as my body feels all stretched and flexible, and the instructor ain't half bad too. He has the nicest gastrocnemius I've seen! Look it up, you're bound to guess wrong.
No more exercise today unfortunately, unless travelling on our overcrowded roads is counted as it raises your heart rate? No, thought not.
Caution: As with all exercise, if you haven't exercised for some time, or if you have any medical conditions, you should see your physician first for a checkup. Tell them what you are planning to do so they can advise based on any medical history you might have.
