There are now only 14.5 weeks until I arrive in Cortina d’Ampezzo in the Italian Dolomites.
I can either:
1. arrive 20kg overweight and unable to get to the top of any mountains, and spend the precious week cursing myself for not getting fit. This happened last year (and the year before).
2. do something to avoid the above.
So what to do when you don’t feel like ‘doing’ anything and can’t get your backside off the sofa? It’s a no to aerobics or Pump, to hellish spin classes with the doof doof music and a woman screaming at you, a definate no to sodding boot camps, sweating in public or expensive gym memberships. Tennis and indoor rock climbing were the only attractive things, neither of which are particularly comfortable at +20kg.
I Googled and the stars aligned – Brad Martens is a personal trainer living in the next street, who used to have my couch/ice cream problem – but now he does Ironmans instead. Clearly we have something in common (the ice cream, not ironmans obviously…).
He gave me an initial assessment and I found I could still do 20 push ups, not very brilliantly, and – TA DAAAH – a 20 second plank!
So I’ve got 6 sessions booked and then we’ll see where we go.
Per ardua ad astra (it’s the ‘ardua’ bit I’m worried about).