As I mentioned before I am not exactly known for my physical
fitness but it was finally dawning on me that this was going to be quite
difficult and perhaps I ought to start the mysterious process known as ‘getting
fit’. This was where Dele stepped in;
she had been frequenting a gym for at least a year and suggested I joined her.
Several classes later and the discovery of muscles I didn’t know I had I
realised that I was actually enjoying the classes, well most of them. We never
quite got the hang of Zumba, it requires a degree of coordination which we
clearly lack and after repeatedly bumping into people, heading in the wrong
direction and getting very frustrated we admitted defeat. Boxercise became a
favourite, mainly because it involved punching things which proved a fantastic
stress relief after a manic day. With
the fitness schedule going well we decided to start some training walks.
However things did not quite go to plan...
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