Despite my best intentions, I didn't make it to yesterday's 7am spin class.
It wasn't a lack of commitment that did for me. Well, not really. I decided against setting an alarm to avoid waking everyone else, and the result was that I barely slept myself. By the time 6am came, I was too weak to get out of bed. And it looked cold outside. I'll have another try in the summer.
However, I did go tonight and that was an experience in itself.
I've only been an LA Fitness member for a few months, but I've never known the gym to be so busy. The car park was like Morrisons or Asda on Christmas Eve. People were queued out the door to swipe their membership cards. And inside, more lines formed as sweaty folk waited to break a machine.
I was therefore most relieved to enter the relative tranquillity of the spin room which - surprise, surprise - was packed. Indeed, one poor man on the stand-by list had to vacate his saddle when a pink-faced lady turned up carrying a towel and a cream bun.
And then off we went.
In truth, I'm not totally unfit at the present time but, in common with most others, I ritually abused myself over the festive period and am feeling the effects. As such, the last thing I needed was a wee woman with no eyes shouting "Eat, Sleep, Rave, REPEAT!" in my face for half an hour. (Raving was never my thing). But I got through it.
Tomorrow is Wednesday, troops.
Keep going.
