Upon discovering that I couldn't walk up the stairs without having to have a lie down, I decided that it was time to face my ultimate fear. Exercise. I got up early, planned a route for a run and hunted through my wardrobe for suitable. I found an enormous sail of a T-shirt, leggings and a pair of Topshop boots (the closest footwear to trainers that I own).
Barretoned classes are taken in socks, and for once I was wearing a matching pair. Less fortuitously, I was wearing a matching pair of fluorescent green socks, a purchase several years ago from an American K-Mart. The other women in the class wore beautifully cut, soft workout clothes, perfectly suited to the movements of the class.
Proving that bohemian doesn't have to mean floaty wafts of paisley print kaftans made from knitted yoghurt, laid back Californian brand FREECITY is bringing its alternative, utilitarian sweats to Europe.
This weekend I'm tracksuit shopping - old school Adidas tracksuit shopping, to be specific. I'm going all out for the classic three-stripe, totally man-made matching numbers that made such a lasting impression on me when the likes of Run DMC popularised them in the mid-1980s and have been sneaking into my wardrobe ever since.