For those that have listened to me prattle on and on about aching knees, having hamstrings that are so tight I have trouble tying my shoe laces and have seen me hobble about post run with hot pack in situ you will be relieved, exultant in fact to hear that …. I have done something about it! 
Tonight I joined a group of slightly sadistic women who spent an hour trying to turn themselves in-side-out and back-to-front. I mean who knew it was good for you to balance on your right elbow, left knee and grab you right foot with your left hand!
Give that a go on a Tuesday night I say.
Now, to be frank I am about as flexible as a steel pole and I have always been so. At school I was the one the gym teacher actually had to push over to get to do a backward somersault. I just couldn’t make my back to curve, and I was truly a disaster when it came to cartwheels and other young-girl pursuits. So to have tried for an hour to twist, turn and get my abdominal muscles to do any sort of work was close to a miracle.
Right now I feel good……
But I am rather fearful of the revolution my muscles will be planning tomorrow morning..
My alarm went off this morning at 6.50am… for the better part of the last 12 months this was not a novel occurrance. But jeepers it was a bit of a shock this morning. I have, over the last few weeks, enjoyed getting up at about 8am, plodding about in my PJ’s getting organised for the day. It has taken a lot to get to this crusisy morning routine so it was a surprise to be out in the street by 7.45 this morning.
