At my first class I felt like a walking ‘before’ picture, surrounded by ‘afters’. Then the instructor turned the lights off, and I became a convert
Once I realised you could cry in Spin class, it was over.
To take it back a bit, I was not a very fit adult. Like many women, I equated going to the gym with various desperate, full-throttle attempts to become smaller – feverish, week-long periods of daily visits that were abandoned when I failed to immediately drop a stone. To take it back further,...
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