When my neighbour (and a fellow Mummy) asked if I’d join her at a bootcamp training session that evening being run across the road from us I was, unfortunately (for her), unable to join due to the large glass of wine and half a (fairly large) bar of chocolate I’d already consumed. I did, however, agree to go the next session as I knew I would benefit from some regular exercise. Now the evening is upon me!
I’ve been a member of a gym for most of my adult life and would actually go fairly regularly, albeit more so because one of my closest friends was the Manager and we could catch up, but the flip to this was that I would also maintain a reasonable level of fitness.
Since Arla my exercise regime has mostly consisted of lugging her around although in recent months I have done the occasional body coach workout so as long as bootcamp lasts no longer than 15 minutes and I’m not expected to lift anything heavier than 20lbs I’ll be fine!!
3 hours later.
I survived the bootcamp! It was tough but actually good fun, the trainer was really motivating and enthusiastic and there was a fair bit of banter (from those that could exercise and talk, I just concentrated on breathing!) But they seemed like a nice bunch of people.
It wasn’t so long ago that meeting people used to involve the local pub, vodka-soda-limes and shots! Oh how times have changed!