"It’s 9.30 on a Thursday night at Crunch, on Sunset Boulevard, one of Los Angeles’ hippest gyms and I’m in “corpse pose”. That’s got nothing to do with how I’m feeling after a day with my two small children; it’s gym-speak for lying flat on my back.
The lights are dim, there’s trance music wafting. Frankly, I could nod off very happily. And that, apparently, is the desired effect. For the first time in a career of failing to keep up with the rest of an exercise class, it seems that I’m actually doing the moves correctly. If you could call them moves, that is..."