That's how long it is until the day I haul myself around Newcastle Racecourse with over 1000 other people who have nothing better to do. Look at all those smiling faces...hmmm bet that wasn't taken at the end.
Training has stepped up a gear and involves an extra fit camp on a Sunday morning which concentrates on crawling and running and getting strong enough to climb up 12 hay bales. This morning Dean' the machine' as Vicky calls him had 11 of us on the grassy bit by Blyth Beach Huts. Huffing and puffing our way through 60 minutes of all the above and more.
What makes all this easier is that the rest of the people at fit camp are really nice and friendly. None are super-fit, most are like me, a bit out of shape, struggling with some of it but determined to do this. I know I'm really enjoying this kind of challenge. Beats a gym or aerobics class any day.
Dean is just a normal (super positive fitness machine) friendly guy who really does want us all to make the most of our health - of course it's his business to do that, but you feel that he gets a real buzz from us achieving our goals. I also love the 'say it as it is' motivational e-mails he sends out through the week to keep us on our toes.
On Stampede day I know we will all be there to help each other through it. So bring on the mud, the water tunnels, the slippery slopes and the hay bales. We are all warriors - or will be in 34 days time!
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