Moving on from BMF.
First Crossfit introduction tomorrow, where they’ll be showing me the different things they do – largely it’ll be the different types of lifts they do, I think!
In any case, it may well mean I’ll be going to British Military Fitness a little less. It has been nearly 2 years now of all-weather training. In the pouring rain, the baking sun and once at -7 on a snowy car park I’ve been there again and again and again. It was an addiction and my reset button for a very long while. I relished the hour of constant effort, the runs up the bridge, the decline press ups off the bars and the thought that – actually we’re a very long way from where we started. The carrying of the instructor’s backpack, the thought of stepping up a colour bib and the silent competition on every-single-run. The fact that nearly all of the friends I’ve made in Manchester have been through it. The social side of it is its huge strength. You’re all stuck in it together, bending and stretching to the whim of a man in combat trousers and for the longest time it was brilliant.
It’s just now, my love is starting to wane, just a little. It’s been coming, I’ve been eyeing up alternatives for a while now. I feel like i’m not getting better and that BMF can’t really help me at this stage. It has got me to this point where I’m probably fitter then I’ve ever really been in my life (slimmer too!) but now I need something different. I like the fact that Crossfit is more structured, that BMF is sometimes in too much a of a rush and I liked the idea of doing some weights.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings.
June 6, 2011