Damo, my high-fiving (awesome-ness!) trainer at the gym, convinced me to take his 45 minute spin/circuit class yesterday.
With about 10 others, I ran round the small, roasting hot class room, gaining a stitch already and puffing embarrasingly. He grinned and evil grin and caught my eye to tell the whole class this is just the warm up...
Then we cycled, pressed-up, curled-up, kneed-up, starred jumped, crunched and planked until my face resembled a post box.
Today, my arms are so dead - both jelly-like and leaden at once - I feel like Kevin and Perry.
It's so unfair.