Our first session of torture took place on Monday night. With her two kids in tow we headed onto the beach, stretching out and doing those silly jogging exercises you see seriously fit people doing.
Then I marked out 400 meters along the beach and the true pain started. We jogged the 400 meters, then walked 100, we lay upon the sand doing sit ups, press ups, crunches and star jumps, then jogged 400 meters, walked 100 and repeated the cycle.
Both of us died after the fourth cycle, so we warmed down and panted at each other for a good five mins. Walking, *stumbling*, home we both admitted that although obviously unfit we felt much better for having got out and done something. Three days down the line and I'm stiff, sore and not looking to the session tonight, but I will endure.
Whatever your doing - have fun!
