Exercise and I have a love-hate relationship. I love to hate it and I’m pretty sure it feels the exact same way about me.
The exception: dancing in my room to a cheeky bit of T-Swift (haters gonna hate) or my personal favourite, Beyoncé.
Unfortunately, I lack the sense of rhythm, coordination and moves, so instead of looking like this:
I look more like this:
Then I heard about Beydance - basically a "How to be as sassy as Beyoncé" dance class and of course I was the first person to volunteer myself to give it a go.
"It's for work," I told people. "For research purposes."
Rubbish - it was so I could finally master the crump and learn the secret of Beyoncé's wit, charm and allure for dance floor domination.
Running since 2013, Beydance currently offer two options - the dance course which teaches the full routine over six to eight weeks, or the Beyparty classes which are drop in, casual and encourage the consumption of cocktails beforehand.
No prizes for guessing which one I went for.
Inspired by the spirit of Bey, Beyparty is held in no ordinary dance studio.
Held at the back of a Hawaiian themed bar, "enchanted disco forest" is the best way I can think to describe it.
I'm surprised to see a few male faces amongst the 30-strong crowd of women, the majority dressed in typical workout/dance gear with a hint of sparkle.
Thank goodness I left my leotard and stilettos at home.
As our teacher Keely (a young, energetic woman totally rocking the leotard and tights combo) calls for us to start the class, I move towards my rightful place... the far side of the back row.
Music (Beyoncé, of course) is blasted and we start a warm up of "easy" moves, including jumping, Bey style drop squats and bum shaking.
This is my kind of exercise class.
Feeling warmed up and ready to go, it's time to get down to learning the routine.
Today it's "Run the World", which Keely informs us is the hardest of all the routines (according to Queen Bey herself).
Luckily we'll be learning just 30 seconds of the dance. The whole class visibly breathes a sigh of relief.
Keely takes us through the routine step by step at a pace even hopeless dancers like me can keep up with.
Soon I'm flicking my hair, shaking my hips and strutting my stuff with attitude I didn't even know I had. There's a great vibe, with a no judgement policy which allows everyone to get fully into it.
Feeling good, I look over and see two guys who have just joined the class. Topless and with flowing god-like hair and rocking kick ass sequin leggings better than any girl I've ever seen, they're crumping better than me. Hmpph.