Yesterday, I found myself doing pathetic dance moves to Justin Timberlake’s latest hit song. I was surrounded by 10 other women, who were joining me in this choreographed routine. Was this some sort of cut-throat dance competition? Nope. This was Hip-Hop Funk class at my local gym, and somehow I’d been coerced by my friend to attend. Whereas I was born with two left feet, she has been blessed with enough rhythm and moves to put anyone to shame. So by no fault of her own, she assumes that dancing will come as easily to others as it does to her. Well, it doesn’t. Trust me.

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I’ve been working out at a gym for over ten years now. But don’t be too impressed – because my routine never lasts. At times I’m really into it, exercising on a regular basis. But then out of nowhere, I stop. And it may be months before I go back. I know that I’m happier when I’m working out. I feel better, I look better and honestly, it just feels good to start sentences with “This morning at the gym….”

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