No Steve again today, so my colleagues and I took ourselves off to Grosvenor Square, and of our own volition, tried to recreate a Steve session. Given how long we’ve been doing it now, you’d think we’d have it off pat. We did pretty well, but there’s definitely something to be said for placing your trust in a trainer, and following whatever he says, without question. Without Steve’s all seeing eye, and timekeeping, I’m not sure we (= me) were quite as gung ho as usual. But we were there, and we did it, in the midsummer sun that made my sun cream sweat into my eyeballs rendering me semi-blind, so… go us! If someone had told me a few years ago that I’d voluntarily be doing burpees, in public, in the summer heat, having been given the perfect get-out of a trainer no-show, I would have rolled on the floor laughing my head off while knocking back a bottle of wine and a burger. The times they are a changin’.