Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Last week the gyms in South Yorkshire fought a battle and won! The right to continue doing fitness classes in a Tier 3 location. We got press coverage from the BBC, both in the media and on the news. It felt great – up until the whispers of Tier 4 started to reach our ears.…
Let’s be clear. I have never been a fittie. I am an extremist. I’ve ran marathons, and I have also done nothing but sit on the sofa for 3 years gaining weight steadily through a diet of pizza and wine. I’ve eaten clean and I’ve eaten some right shite. I’ve had little body fat and…
For many people exercise is something you do. Possibly even something you dread or something that fills you with eurphoria upon completion. We all have our reasons for pulling on our lycra and channeling the burn. For me, My love of fitness isn’t something I have had for a lifetime. True, at school, I made…
I feel I have pulled you in under false pretenses with the title of this blog. Because there are no real benefits. Certainly not if your breasts are the ones you were born with and have had a couple of kids swinging off them for nutritional purposes in your lifetime. I think this may apply…
Trying to explain why, sprinting as if you are being chased by an axe welding maniac, throwing yourself over an assualt course, moving a heavy barbell as fast as possible and jumping on and off boxes in a variety of different workouts, is fun is challenging. In fact, trying to explain CrossFit competitions in general…