Muddy tries: six weeks of beach bootcamp
So with the Olympics looming, I made myself a promise that this summer (just as soon as I stop mainlining Sauv) I’d swap my flip flops for trainers, waddle out there and finally get back in shape. I’d become semi-sedentary, I’m ashamed to say, even here in Cornwall. Being a journo is not a particularly physical, and coupled with those restaurant reviews I selflessly bring you, I was definitely not feeling beach bootylicious.
Imagine my joy when I came across the answer to my blancmange botty on East Looe beach. If you’re looking to get your fitness mojo back, you’ll want to know about Amy and Jay. They were setting up their Healthy Living Beach Bootcamp and soon were joined by early morning risers determined to get fit. Hardly a middle aged man in Lycra in sight, despite all ages, abilities and fitness levels, they were clearly enjoying what they were doing. Not your usual circuit training affair, there were beer kegs, tyres and bungee runs – and the location? How could you not be inspired? Look at that view…
Amy’s old lifestyle change mirrored my current: an office job combined with British weather meant that she was sat down, indoors and far less active than when she was travelling. After joining a Les Mills Body Combat class, Amy got the bug and trained to be a fitness instructor. Jay’s journey into health and fitness took a different path, and following university, he worked at a cancer rehabilitation centre setting up an exercise program for patients undergoing treatment.
Sounds like they are well qualified to help me undo four
teen years of neglect. I pencilled in to come back the following week. Only the possibility of a winery tour or emergency chocolate tasting event would stop me.
Goals: work on my core. Improve my fitness. Tighten up my wobbles. Amy and Jay took us through a warm up, then demonstrated every exercise station, making it look easy.
So here’s how I got on…
Week 1: OH. MY. GOD. Yes, that pretty much sums up today. I’ve obviously been in denial – I’m SO unfit. I can’t do this. I’ve left it too late. I also got stuck in my (too small, old, fraying and as stretched as me) sport bra. Someone is trying to tell me something…
Number of press ups:
Week 2: I came back. I could walk again by Wednesday and like childbirth, you quickly forget the pain. We worked in groups of four this week. This time I brought the Muddy Teens along. Bootcamp is suitable for 14 and up. I told them it was a like being in the Army and they couldn’t do their laces up fast enough. They insisted on being paid in bacon sarnie at The Lookout Cafe on the way home – but hey, work out = stuff face. Its all about balance right?
Number of press ups: 8 (whoo hoo!)
Pain:8 (but I could walk again by Tuesday – result!)
Week 3: The rain came, but it didn’t dampen our spirits (what the hell has happened to me?). A smaller group this week so we worked in pairs. Donkey kicks, keg bunny hops and the dreaded battle ropes got me.
Number of press ups: 20 (yes doubters – get me!)
Pain: 5 – still hurts as much, but I’m working harder and I’m recovering quicker.
Week 4: I conference called in today – in the Scilly’s so worked out on my own on Par Beach, St Martin’s. Not a bad substitute! Mr MC kept count, from his lounger.
Number of press ups:15 (I’m blaming the bottle of prosecco the night before)
Pain: 8 (definitely the hangover)
Week 5: Muddy Cornwall is back with a vengeance. Pretty sure I’m being punished though – this week seemed really tough. Lots of running to the sea and back between stations (and it was super low tide. “Extra space to workout” Amy enthused). Another hangover though and a really hot morning not helping. We finished with relay races which was awesome (did I tell you my favourite day at school was sports day?). I’d been promising for weeks I’d jump in the sea and today was really the day for it. Hangover cured! No pics of that though, I looked like Ursula from The Little Mermaid.
Number of press ups: 20 (IN YOUR FACE)
Pain: 8 (why won’t I learn?)
Week 6: I LOVE BOOTCAMP. I guess the brain washing is complete. Sorry, I meant, good habits are being formed. Worked my butt off today, definitely earned my roast dinner. Favourite stations: boxing, tyre run and skipping (way harder on sand, take my word for it). I know I’m doing this for myself, but Amy and Jay are so enthusiastic and supportive, they put so much effort into their bootcamps, I had a weird desire not to let them down. Burpees aside (who invented that torture?), I’m loving every burn.
Number of press ups: 22
So was a Rio ready? Nope, I’ve got years of neglect to undo. But I’m on track to be Tokyo terrific baby!
£3 9-10am every Sunday Healthy Living Personal Training, East Looe Beach, Looe PL13 2BG T:07868 240818