Since Jan 1st like millions of others I have been on a mission - to become a mean lean fighting machine. On second thoughts, that's just a great phrase - what I really aim for is peak fitness so I can drag a damned great sledge with all my kit-on to the South Pole for five weeks at the end of this year.
One piece of kit sits on my hip all and every day - not long ago it was a baby, being soothed as I walked about the house, office, wherever. Now, it's my pedometer. By the time you read this entry I'll have taken 300,000 steps since Jan 1 - all in aid of not living a sedentary life.
Add to this the self-afflicted pain of Power Bar, SuperSculpt, Cardio-Kick classes as well as gym sessions - no wonder last week I could hardly walk for 48 hours - and this week I am adding in tyre pulling again plus some god-awful class called Butts and Thighs. Go on laugh if you want - please do - it's great for your health - then at least one of us will be having a super duper time.
In a perverse fashion I find I am really happy when my stomach muscles ache like hell, when just walking up stairs is an effort, when my bingo wings don't flap but cramp with over exertion - it's an odd pleasure to feel 'in charge' of my own body. I hear though, no matter how hard we train, cellulite for some of us women never budges! So what, I find dimples charming, don't you?
The biggest challenge - to level with you - has to be making my days work - fitting in training with business with children with eating with enough sleep with space - oh and with sanity. Now that I am still working on!
