I took Liam along for his weekly class yesterday and got chatting to one of the other parents and it turns out that her husband has been going to classes for over a year. I then got chatting to Dave Martin and said I had been seriously considering starting up since the new year; one thing led to another and I went along for a introductory session last night. I signed up there and then for a six month programme and I am now the (proud?!) owner of a white belt – I guess we all have to start somewhere.

I’m actually aching a bit this morning and didn’t go for the run I had planned, indicative of just how out of shape I am and how much I needed to do something about it.