I’m not going to get into the nitty gritty of it all, neither am I going to give you perky motivational tips.
What I am going to do is urge you to think about being active because it’s taken me just over three weeks of pondering to get to this point and I’d like to help you get there now.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m well into sitting on the sofa in PJs that probably definitely need a wash, eating biscuits by the bucket load and watching my eldest kid bounce around to Joe Wicks. But, for the sake of my ever-increasing bum size and my poor, frazzled brain, I know I need to move.
I need to feel my beating heart work, I need those endorphins to kick in and I need to feel alive in what is a definitely a stagnant period of our history.
But what am I supposed to do? I wondered, necking a glass of wine and inhaling crisps in my ‘used to be for special occasions but now smell a bit stale’ PJs.
I got thinking … wouldn’t it be nice to look back and say, the world stopped but the people...well, the people got active on their doorstep?
Rose tinted and optimistic I know, but Rosa Parks, Martin Luther, hell, even Lady Gaga had to start somewhere with their campaigns, didn’t they?