And the winner is . . .

This is the only way I'll ever get on the podium.

Meanwhile it's normal to make faces at yourself in the mirror when you're in the gym, touching your toes, and looking between your legs, right?

Although once again I was the only person in a Christmas t-shirt. Some people take this exercise lark so seriously. I was convinced one man was having a heart attack from the sound of his grunts and groans.

Now, must stop allowing myself to be distracted by Christmas recipes and must shower and go shopping. Otherwise there will be no dinner tonight.