Abs class…sounds so innocent, and in reality was innocent enough (in my 2 visits) until Thursday of last week. The last day of April will be etched in my mind for this reason and this reason alone…the abs class from hell. The really sly thing about the abs class is that you don’t find out that it was the abs class from hell until the next day, and if you are lucky its only one day that has you realising it. I woke up on Friday morning and I felt as though someone had secretly attached one of those ab isolator things to my quadriceps (thigh muscles) on both legs overnight and put it on maximum for 8 hours. Getting into a standing position from sitting was HELL, the burning on my thighs was heinous.

I can take this for a day, no problem.

I woke up on Saturday, the day of the H cup semi final. And it was only marginally better, but I had to play Saturday morning football. I was very much a passenger. Then I found out that I was in the top tier of the Cusack! It was slow going on the way up, but down the steps was torture, but then at least leinster had won. Perhaps I should get Cathy to do the extreme lunges again on the 21st….