Reaching the halfway mark

We've reached the homeward straight.

Three sessions down and three to go. It turns out the first session where we just got measured and chatted about our goals didn't count as a session.

Don't tell John because we don't want him thinking the sessions are anything but torture but I think I'll actually miss our weekly training when we... [more]

No pain no gain

THE dreaded deadline meant I couldn't make it to last week's session with Sarah but her solo efforts meant she could sit back - at home - this week and enjoy a few days off as I was sent packing off to the gym...alone.

In my blind state of busyness last week I had hastily agreed to do the next one on my own and initially thought it... [more]

Where there's willpower, there's a way

This week has been one when I could easily have fallen off the boot-camp regime equivalent of the wagon.

It has brought two challenges to my new-found nutrition and exercise plan: a trip to visit family, with the temptations of Mum’s home cooking and eating out, and my birthday.

I’ve kept my resolve, though, ... [more] (1 comment)

All alone with nowhere to go...except the fitness studio

It was a sad day today as Clare left me to go to bootcamp all on my own.

Last week it was tough and painful but at least as I was suffering I knew that someone was suffering alongside me.

This week, however, other work commitments meant Clare couldn't make it so I had to suffer alone.

Don't worry, Clare will get to suffer the... [more]

It's payback time

Last week's session paled into insignificance after last night's torturous escapade.

I knew we would be in for a grueling workout as soon as I walked into the fitness suit – there were what seemed to be instruments hanging from the walls that would look more at home in Guantanamo Bay’s interrogation rooms.

But even... [more]

Ouch...the work starts here

It was session two of six today.

I knew we’d have to put in a bit more effort than last week but I hoped John might ease us in gently to this new routine. Wrong.

We did an hour in the torture chamber. Sorry, fitness suite (although I think it was more a lack-of-fitness suite for me today).

We started off with some... [more]

A step into the unknown

When the brides-to-be boot camp at Armathwaite Hall was first suggested I didn't exactly jump at the opportunity.

In truth, you're more likely to find a salmon climbing Skiddaw than me in a gym.

I don't like to turn down a challenge, though, and when the time came to set off for the first session I was almost looking forward to it.... [more]