When the gyms closed in March, I won’t lie – I was gutted. I’d finally got back into the swing of things on the exercise front (after a very jolly Christmas break and a trip to Lisbon, where I ate enough Portuguese custard tarts to feed a family of twelve for weeks). I'd found a happy routine of weight training three times a week in the gym, spin classes and playing netball. All in all, I was feeling pretty active. But then lockdown hit.