When it comes to feeling motivated to move your body, the depths of winter are usually the undisputed champion of low appeal. But lately, I’ve noticed that August gives February a serious run for its money. Between the recent sunny spells, last-minute skyscanner deals, and impromptu drives to the beach, any semblance of routine tends to disappear, and with it, much of the drive to do anything remotely sweaty.
If you're nodding along, you're not alone. Maybe you've never really loved exercise, and mostly do it out of obligation: another box to tick alongside booking the dentist or sorting the council tax. But given the sheer number of demands that come with adulthood, it feels like a bit of a waste for movement (something that should make us feel better) to end up filed under ‘chore’.
