When the gyms re-opened, I spent a while building strength back up, getting back in the routine of a gym, refamiliarising myself with sessions. In September, I decided that I wanted to learn how to handstand because I missed my gymnastics roots, and I threw my standard workouts out the window so I could focus on those skills. In November, gyms closed again, and my exercise basically flatlined.

A year is a really long time. If we didn’t know that already, 2020 has shown us how bizarre time is, how so much can change in 12 months and yet it feels as though nothing has really happened. While this year is an extreme version of events, it stands to highlight the ebb and flow of skills, motivation, strength and, most importantly, enjoyment. If I’d set myself a strict goal in January that put me at war with exercise, would I ever have made it to discovering handstand practice in November? Probably not.

“I’ve never set exercise-based New Year's resolutions. Here’s why”