You know how some people go on about how exercise makes them all energised and oh so good?

Those are some lucky people.

90% of the time, I just want to lie on the floor and not get up for the next day or so. The best thing is that I pay good money to torture myself and every time, after every class, I wonder to myself, and to my friends, “why do I do this?” Yet, I go back every week.

In all fairness, I don’t hate exercise, I’m just ranting after a particularly grueling session of body toning. God help me when I can’t raise my arms tomorrow.