I'm a little more than terrified.
I loved it when I was doing it most weekdays at the gym across the road from work - sure, I wanted to vomit everywhere then nestle down in it and die after the first class, but after the first few weeks my butt was immune to the pain, I wasn't panting like a St Bernard as soon as it started and the gross amounts of sweat I put out were finally a medal rather than something to feel embarrassed about. But the thing that I loved most about it was that I was often the best in the class at it, or least one of the top performers.
I'm really hoping I can get back into the groove with it - I'm hoping to make it three times a week and still go to a pump class as well. I'm hoping my clicky knee doesn't give me grief and allow me to just give up. I'm hoping I'm not intimidated by the people who will be in there who will most probably definitely be fitter than me. I'm hoping these giant man legs I've been 'gifted' with will come in handy... Wish me luck, ppl!
THEN go wish the amazing Mr Adam a very happy birthday!!