After hobbling around like I'd been straddling a horse for a week  - too many reps on the "clacker" machine - I finally did another gym class yesterday. It was called "Sculpt" and the brochure described it as "non-impact". My sweet lord, I'm glad I didn't choose an impact one. Being uncoordinated, I've spent my adult life avoiding gym classes. But the mums assured me I didn't need to be co-ordinated for... Continue Reading →