The first time I trained with Jenny I couldn't sit down for nearly a week without yelping. Not a good start, but a fair indication of how badly I needed it. I was middle-aged, overweight and underfit, and I'd decided it was time to take myself in hand – or, better still, get somebody else to. I'd had a bit of experience with gyms and personal trainers and found the gyms tedious and the trainers had little experience, with even less interest in a middle-aged woman. I was so lucky to find Jenny. I couldn't be in better hands. She has so much experience, and it shows. She knows exactly the right moment to give a word (or two) of encouragement, when to stop counting up and start counting down, and just when enough is enough. It's reassuring to know there's someone watching to make sure you're doing the exercise right and are less likely to injure yourself, and she manages to get much more out of me than I'd ever do on my own. And it's never tedious. There's always different exercises to do, so I never know what I'll be getting from one week to the next. She's challenged me in ways I couldn't have imagined and has me doing things I would never have thought possible. I would never have believed I'd manage a single press-up and, while walking on a treadmill was never a problem, running was unthinkable. Now, though I'm never going to break any records, I'm heading towards twenty press-ups and can run (okay, jog) five kilometres without having to go for a lie-down in a darkened room afterwards. Jenny always makes me feel I've achieved something, even if it's only something small, so I come away feeling really good. And she's a lovely person to spend time with. Sometimes sitting down can still be a bit sore, but I no longer feel the need to yelp.