IT'S HOW MUCH?
Beating them at their own game
Over the last three years it has grown into something truly special and this weekend was one of the best.
200+ gym owners and PT’s, some members, some not, gathered together to listen to numerous talks from some of the absolute best in the fitness industry.
One, two, three, four, Fife!
It yet again showed the London fitness scene just how amazing our community is and that we can stand shoulder to shoulder with the big boys and more than hold our own.
It all points East
The pubs were fun, but they had no slimline tonic in sight and the beer was super cheap, £2.50 a pint. When you have a bloke leading a stag holding the kitty, you have very little say (no say) in what you get other than a beer. Any attempt at ordering a ‘Skinny Bitch’ (my mums name for a vodka soda) would be met with savage abuse. Sometimes you either have to put your foot down and take the ridicule, or accept that you can’t have success at every attempt.
On Saturday I went way off piste ( for me anyway)... I travelling ALL the way to Mile End. Haha. A long way from South West London... *Ash rolling his eyes again*
It was the All Points East music festival, which was pretty good, some new artists id not heard before, and then Mumford and Sons were the headline act; who are amazing. A good fun vibe, but pretty chilled day and evening.
The only time it's ok to be a tosser!
He had fractured both his shins, but knew he couldn’t quit his training so taped up his ankles and shins with duct tape to be able to continue
Just call me Bridget Jones
There were kilts, bagpipes, scotty dogs, big burly men tossing the caber (Google it) and tug o war (back to Google).
The only Scotch thing that was missing was the egg!!
Falling off the wagon!
After a chilled Saturday spent watching an epic game of rugby, having a glass of wine and some ice cream (it’s all about balance), though as I was told by at least a few of you - I had turned into Bridget Jones!
Keep CALM and cycle on
So, after having a fantastic March in terms of training, it seems the 24 hour assault bike did me in!
April has been a bit hit and miss. I have trained here and there but some of these sessions haven’t had maximum effort put in by me.
Even my 6 month old nephew speaks better Spanish than me! C'est la Vie!
We raised awareness like you wouldn’t believe and at the time of writing this our total donations stand at £7,209.91… and that is before adding on the gift aid which will take it over the £8k mark. This actually puts us in the top 1% of fundraisers in March out of 40266 fundraisers on Just Giving. Not bad hey.
I've already lost a finger to the assault bike...now I am about to lose 24 hours!!
Alongside cooking more, I have started to learn Spanish. It’s not going that well as I don’t seem to be remembering anything but I am determined to get better as my sister lives in Spain
One of us will get the axe!!
The four of us will be taking on a 24 hour Assault Airbike Challenge. For those of you who come to Evolve, or train elsewhere, and have gotten acquainted with the assault bike you know that one minute on this bit of kit can be torture, let alone 24 hour hours.
You'll never Belize it...
On Thursday this week I’m off axe throwing, if you haven’t heard of Whistlepunks then check them out. Basically it’s like going bowling with friends, but it includes throwing sharp steel & winning prizes, what's not to like?
How to lose inches on the assault bike!
What an incredible first few days, after a very long 36 hours to get here, I went straight out to Caye Caulker to join up with all the guys from the wedding. An idyllic island that was split into halves by a hurricane, it’s a 45 minute boat ride from Belize City. Populated by lots of small bars, restaurants and beach bars its got a very cool vibe, a relaxed Caribbean feel.
It was an absolute honour!
Well firstly, for those of you who don’t know, I had a little accident involving the tip of my finger and the assault bike.
Before you start to panic, it was a user error, not something you can do when you’re on the bike it so don’t start thinking you won’t be using it ever again.
Man flu...it's a real thing, I promise you!
After competing at the British Rowing Championships, I think I need to learn to row. I’ve always been decent on the rower because I’m heavy, tall and powerful. I don’t however have finesse on the rowing machine. I’m going to jump on a course to become a British Rowing Instructor. Hopefully all my new techniques will filter down and you will all benefit from the teaching I receive.
Would you give up sex in January?
My point in all this; is its good to have something to work towards, be it an actual event or a personal fitness goal. These want to be specific to you, and something that you want to do. My advice would be to think about what you really want to achieve both short and long term, then give yourself targets and timelines to break it into stages. Small wins.
There’s a reason I don’t worry about this at Christmas...
Don’t do dry Jan…or anything else that completely cuts out things you enjoy. Why? Because alcohol on its own isn’t the only cause of weight gain. Yes, you may have drank too much through December, but most people quit in Jan and then celebrate their success with a huge piss up in Feb. Instead, just reduce your intake and be sensible but don’t just cut it out altogether then tell everyone you see every day how hard it is!! Because let’s be honest, if you had loads of sex in December, you wouldn’t say to your partner, “not this month darling, I overdid it a bit in December so I’m giving it a miss in Jan”
I came second to an Olympic rower...
There is just too much good food and drink around at Christmas to not enjoy it, add this to the fact you probably become less active and it’s understandable to see why it’s so easy to gain a bit of holiday fluff!
This boat isn't the best place to suffer from wind...
Out of the 16 teams, we had the least experience. Our team name (Turf Games Titans) was the only one that didn’t include ‘Rowing’ or end in ‘Rowing Club’. We were in the wrong room we thought.
A few hours later, having a sleep in my cabin... BANG!
Shouts for everyone to get on deck. The big Code0 sail was trailing in the water and now under the boat. We had blown the halyard (rope that holds sails up the mast).