Today, rather unusually, I have the day off work and so I thought it a good opportunity to catch up on what’s been occurring in life as (as well as my sky+ OBVS).
After a long dark, and bloody cold winter, spring is finally here. This pleases me greatly. I’m a spring chick, literally. Well not in age perhaps but in birthday anyway (April born – thanks Mum and Dad ;)). So I may be biased but it’s my favourite season of the year. There are so many reasons why it’s hard to list without boring you senseless but here is my top five –
Daffodils and tulips (ok that may be two so I should probably just say flowers but these are two of my faves)
Longer days
Easter weekend (bank holidays)
Easter Eggs
My birthday (well less so now I’m getting on a bit)
Spring is definitely a time of year when you feel a bit more optimistic and positive, or I do anyway. It’s certainly a good incentive to get the bod back in shape as it signifies the start of countdown to the bikini season…
Spring has definitely helped me get back into my fitness vibe. Along with the assistance of a Personal Trainer that is… A couple of weeks ago I decided I needed some extra motivation to get me fit again and I was recommended a PT through twitter (thank you @mariepercival). I haven’t really used one before, apart from when you get a free sesh when you join a gym, and believe me THAT is not personal training. No way jose.
So I had my first session the weekend before last. My pt is a bit of a demon, in disguise. He is the trainer who trained the UK Biggest Loser Wil Graham and his biggest losing team mate Paddy. Really, as a result of their amazing weight losses I should have been prepared but no, I thought I can do this, I have run a half marathon for gods sake (yes Claire but that was when you were fit…). I only started to be a little concerned about what I had let myself in for when I went out for drinks the night before (no I did not get trolleyed the day before) and I tell when of my friends I am doing it. He asks me when and I tell him tomorrow morning. He looks at me, and then in turn at my glass of wine and says sternly; make sure you eat something before you go, seriously. I laugh ands say well I never eat anything before I go for a run in the mornings so I am sure I’ll be ok. At this point looks at me seriously and says, no Claire, you will not survive, eat something, trust me. Following that reassuring conversation I ordered a diet coke and then drank ¾ litre of water on the train home.
I turn up at the session and we do the whole medical history assessment malarkey and take my blood pressure etc. At this point, having seen tractor tyres and a baseball bat, it’s fair to say I am a little nervous. This is reflected in said blood pressure.
The next hour was quite frankly a bit of a blur. Needless to say I was very pleased when we reached the end and I had not had to touch the tractor tyre. The awesome thing about PT is that they push you way harder than you would ever push yourself and at the end of it all it hurts but it’s a great feeling. The result of which I immediately signed up for 10 more sessions. In 10 sessions I could have Britney Esq. abs right (I’m thinking slave for you vid here)? I’m trying for a twice a week, travel schedule permitting and then a few runs on top of that and I think it should all be good.
And that would be just in time for me to stuff all those little choccie eggs I’m gonna get at Easter. Perfecto ;)
One of my lovely team bought me this when I went over to Germany recently. Its waiting in my cupboard for easter..
Before I go I will just give my trainer a shout out, because he is awesome, kills me but is nice too. If you live in Reading or Basingstoke and want to be motivated he’s your man. Thank you for killing me Rich ;)
Right now then, I’m off to watch Glee….
Adios x
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