British Military Fitness Part 12

Here we go for British Military Fitness, part 12. I could not post on Monday night, as I was so physically knackered I simply could not do it.

Before I go into it, Im not certain if I mentioned since my last weigh in on Thursday Im down half a stone. Im very happy with that, feels like I have done equally well this week, so we will see what is happening on Thursday morning.

The session was taken by Josh, you know the one who has a real fascination with doing squats and running up the worst bit of the field. Im actually not kidding when I say, the travellator bit is like 45 degrees plus. When the others ran up it, I was looking around for a pair of climbing boots and crampons.

As usual the warm up killed me, just lots of running and punching as always. We moved into sets of planks and then running out and doing respective sets of quad type exercises. I was relieved to discover it wasnt as cold as you might think, or perhaps that was me overheating. I was actually sweating and couldnt see that well as it ran into my eyes.

The last exercises were the real killers though. I was unlucky enough to be the odd number, so partnered with Josh, when I say partnered, what I really mean, is I did the work whilst he beasted me as best he could, shouting, screaming, adding more and more resistance. Where everyone else got to swap between the inclined resistance press ups and tricep dips with knee raises. I didnt get that pleasure, I simply got Josh sitting on my back and doing the press ups and tricep dips for what seemed an eternity.

Running back to base, everyone shot off, and I thought for a minute, about curling up and dying, but chose instead to run back, at this point I think I saw five snails overtake me. The greens were sent back to encourage me on, and started pulling me along. I felt rather disgusted at myself at being pulled along, so kicked my mind off to better places and give it my all for the last run in. It was a killer, and I can say, my triceps are in pain today. Hey ho its Wednesday tomorrow and I get to do it all again.

If you havent experienced the pleasure of British Military Fitness, or BMF as we call it, it is truly amazing that every session gets worse than the one before, whilst covering every level of fitness. For me the camaraderie and method is exactly what I had hoped for and bringing me on in terms of enthusiasm and desire to achieve a session where the warm up does not kill me. I think I will get there, with the help of my office, gently teasing me every day, the instructors giving it large, the others in the class, being so team spirited and you, the readers with your words of encouragement.