Oy my aching…

Did I ever men­tion I had joined a ‘boot­camp’ fit­ness group?  I would look back through my posts but I don’t tag any­thing and I’m waay to lazy to look.  Well I did, a few months ago. Wal and I had been think­ing about get­ting a per­sonal trainer.  You know to get me off my fat ass but I just could not jus­tify the cost so I started look­ing at what was out there.  I hap­pened upon British Mil­i­tary Fit­ness and was intrigued.  Actu­ally I was PETRIFIED but intrigued.  So I signed up for the free class and prayed I wouldn’t die.  I didn’t die.  In fact I loved it. Dur­ing my first class they had us to some ground work so fast that all I man­aged to do was writhe around on the ground look­ing the a large ani­mal in dis­tress.  I was cheered on and just kept at it, my goal after all was not to faint.  I didn’t faint.  I got home and laughed my fool head off while explain­ing the hor­ri­bly embar­rass­ing things I did to myself.

It’s out­side in the rain, in the cold, in the wet, in the mucky grass. With blue skies and bright sun– in any kind of weather.  I’ve squished snails and have nar­rowly missed dog poo while doing a press up.  I par­tic­i­pated in an obsta­cle course that I thought was going to kill me.  Really, truly, KILL ME DEAD.  There were med­i­cine balls to carry over your head, tires to lug across a field and camo net­ting to crawl under.   It was bru­tal but after it was done I think we all wanted to climb to the high­est hill and beat our chests.  I don’t know how much (if any) weight I have lost, I haven’t weighed myself, but my clothes feel bet­ter on.  I think my tummy isn’t as poofy outie but that could be wish­ful think­ing.  What­ever, I’m just pleased that I’m stick­ing with it.  I never in a mil­lion years would have thought I would be out run­ning around in the rain in the DARK.  There is one instruc­tor James who I think is a sadist but I love him.  When­ever he takes our group I know I’m in for one hell of a work out.  When he doesn’t take our group I feel a twinge of disappointment.

I love that although I am one of the most unfit peo­ple there no one ever makes me feel bad.  If any­thing they cheer you on and hold back until you catch up to them.  The atmos­phere and atti­tude is just fan­tas­tic.  We’re all there together and we’re all there for the same rea­son– to get fit.  I think this one is going to stick.  I’ve been going since the end of August and I love it.  So watch this space…

Oh and here’s one of Squidge, because posts are just bet­ter with a photo.

Oh and head over to Great Toy Guide to check out my Hal­loween cos­tume review.