Now, going to the gym and classes are not usually part of my day. Indeed, it would be fair to say that the only bits of me that are regularly exercised are my pelvic floor and my jaw.
However, that's led to me becoming really, rather fat. Indeed, I am now so fat that my GP did that sucking-in-air-through-the-teeth thing that mechanics do just before they tell you the Big End has gone in your car when he took my blood pressure...
So, I've been shocked into practising what I preach on the bits of me that are not in my pants.
Thus, the gym. A very nice lady at the gym let me hold onto her little steering wheel gadget thingie which has measured the percentage of me which is lard. Let's just say that, if I were a foodstuff, the EU would not allow me to be labelled "lite".
Aqua-aerobics is a great class to do - you can adjust how hard you work by using wee webbed gloves, holding your hand against the water, or slicing your hand through the water. So, it's possible for a person with widespread arthritis and an elite athlete to share the same class. Brilliant.
Tell you what though, there's a whole lot of jumping and hopping about. Obviously, the water is very supportive, so there's less stress on your pelvic floor doing those moves in the water rather than out it.
Howevah...the pool was a bit on the chilly side.
So, when I did star jumps <shudder> in the water, I was aware of a cold sensation. Did the jumps whilst clenching - no nippy on my sweetie.
I clenched hard for the next 45 mins, because, if I let go mid leap .... brrrr.