Lanterne Rouge

Personal training c/d?

This morning I just had my 3rd personal training session (my 4th if you count my hardcore free weights hour in the gym with Harry, which I probably should as I hope it’s not going to be a one-off). Bree and I are paying a delightful Serb (who, despite being straight, male and in his late 20s, loves the Backstreet Boys and JLS) a staggering sum of money to make us sweat and suffer.

And it’s fun! Sort of. We’ve been lucky with the weather so far - 3 times it’s been sunny and mild, and one time it was so foul we postponed, which is also fine. Vojin, I feel, is going fairly easy on us at this stage - I don’t feel destroyed after my beasting, but I guess he’s got to get us used to the activities before he can rip us to shreds, otherwise it would all be too literal.

He’s making me run quite a lot, and I Don’t Do Running. When I say quite a lot, I mean I probably don’t even cover 1km during a session, but when you Don’t Do Running that’s sort of a big deal. I’ve even wondered if, sometime in the future, I might Do Running. But don’t tell anyone I said that.

The worst bit of the session is a wee bit of circuit work he makes us do almost as an extended warm-up. The best bit has to be the boxing. Why has no-one made me do this before? I feel slightly foolish raising my dukes and dancing around the notional ring, but such foolishness is swamped by the macho Rocky-ness of it all. I’m in a park! Wearing boxing gloves! I’m a real man!

Add in some core and leg exercises, and some rubber rope-pulling shoulder and arm stuff, and that’s pretty much a session. I’m not totally convinced it’s worth [staggering sum] but if it inspires us to keep it up - which may be optimistic considering we’ll have 3 months of deep winter to plough through - then I reckon it’ll be worth it.