As expected, the gymnasium I have been attending for the last few months closed in the first week of lockdown. The instructors, though, urged me to use technology to stay in touch as they would be continuing to provide classes online, either as live workouts at a set time or pre-recorded sessions one could follow at home at any time.

I use technology everyday but I am far from being a technogeek so the idea of signing up to Zoom and making it work in time to tune in for a 9:00am class the next day was daunting.

Well, the technology worked. I’d banished my family to other rooms while I flexed, strained and sweated through a gruelling 45 minute workout trying to copy my enthusiastic (and so much fitter, more limber and younger) instructor from my living room. 

Shaky high fives at the end and a promise to tune-in again for another session were all I could manage before I collapsed into the nearest chair.

Technology is a wonderful thing, especially in these current times, but she’s also a cruel mistress - there’s nowhere to hide; no excuses anymore.