As I leapt energetically at the front of my aerobics class, sweat poured off me. ‘Great work today, ladies!’ I beamed. It was August 2004 and my new aerobics business was going well. I’d started out four months earlier after a career change from my job in the public sector, and now I was leading nine classes per week.
‘And remember, 20 minutes of exercise a day – however you get it!’ I winked at my class. Aged 31, I was as active between the sheets with my partner as I was leading my aerobics class. But as I packed up my kit, I knew there would be none of that tonight. I had a sore throat and figuring I had a bug, I decided on a
