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Lonely terrors of a step class

I'm a little late for today's Step Circuit and sprint into the studio half expecting to find the class in full stomp. Instead, I burst into a huge grey, very empty hall. Mirror and mats aside, it feels more like a giant nuclear bunker than a gym.

Five minutes later another woman comes in. "I thought Ella and Sarah were coming!" she exclaims and bustles off to get some weights. After another five minutes I'm starting to wish that Ella and Sarah had got off their backsides.

Kate, our rather stern instructor, has arrived and it looks like a rather intimate class is in store. Luckily, halfway through our first set of knee lifts the door bangs open and an elderly woman joins our little throng.

"Nice to see you Brenda," shouts Kate. I cross my fingers, there's still time for the Ella/Sarah contingent. It's not that I want to slack off but safety really does come in

Finsbury Leisure Centre, Norman Street, London EC1

numbers. One wrong conspicuous kick and you're the class dunce.

Kate's workout is simple, a series of ten-minute step routines interspersed with weights-based toning exercises and she's inventive with the space (giant squats across the room) but I still feel a bit like a zebra on an open plain. As the newcomer, she scrutinises my every step and it's making me nervous.

Luckily, I'm saved by Brenda, who does a spectacularly mis-timed jumping jack in our second step segment. Kate frowns, shifting her step so that she can see the offender more clearly and, for the rest of the class, I'm out of the spotlight.

FIRST POSTED JANUARY 6

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