Until I started teetering on the edge of perimenopause almost six years ago, I was firmly a member of the go hard or go home workout crew. If I wasn’t dripping with sweat, spent and shaking at the end of my class, I didn’t want to know.
But suddenly, seemingly overnight, my body had other ideas. I’d once raced full-throttle into any given workout from GRIT (like HIIT, but harder, if you can comprehend it) to running, spin and more, my sweat sessions just weren’t hitting the same. I was struggling for breath, feeling anxious and panicky, and even (on occasion) had to admit defeat: something I would previously have never dreamed of.
