My run streak continued for a 10th day at BMF today.
A fairly standard class with maybe a few too many Bastardos (an embelished form of burpee) and chest to floors. In fact there was all together far too much lying down and getting up again for my liking. I find it all too much like hard work. I’d rather be pointed at a tree and told to run to it and back, repeatedly. Must be something about getting old and being in need of a crutch or zimmer frame to get up off the floor.
We can be a roudy bunch in our class and give the instructors a fairly hard time with plenty of banter. Too much exercise of our Jaw muscles as we’re often told.
Today we were fairly good, hard working and managed to listen and get on with the class. Until at one point we were mercifully saved in the middle of a rather tough set bastardos and bear crawling, by someone finding broken glass in the grass. Phew. We were all delighted to lap the deck chairs instead.
We also made our instructor’s day towards the end by managing to run in file on the left, peeling off two at a time, on the right, to sprint to the front in turn exactly as instructed. He was delighted as it was the first time he managed to get a Hyde Park 9.30 group to all get something right at the same time, the first time!
Now he thinks he’s finally got us “sorted” we didn’t like to tell him the next class is on Friday. Fridays are often interesting.
Juneathon day 10.
BMF class with a million Bastardos.
2.3 miles run. 5 miles cycled.