When it comes to women and workouts there tends to be a corner of the gym that never the twain shall meet. While beating that well trodden path to the running machines and cross trainers, the weights rack is given a wide berth, left to stand forlornly like a loner at a party.
Somewhere along the way the rules regarding fitness and the female form have become carved in stone. Cardio: good. Weights: bad.
When I was seven ...
I was run over by a car. A friend had been at our house and mum noticed she was at the wrong bus stop. She asked me to tell her. As I crossed the road a car came from behind a bus and went over me. From that day I've been cautious. As my mum would say: "Best to be 10 minutes late in this world, than five minutes early in the next".
The first time my heart was broken ...
I was at the youth club when I discovered the boy I was going out with was going out with someone else. I got over it by the next day.
