Tight Tabards

I have had a long held, yet chronicly resisted urge, to run around a muddy field under the command of some fella wearing army fatigues.

Today I caved in and signed myself up for a trial run of the british Military Fitness experience.

A very weird thing.
It’s like an S&M version of school PE classes but without the pleasure bit.

It started with a dose of ritual humiliation as I was directed towards the beginners bucket of red tabards and told to pick one. Not knowing anything better, I developed my own criteria and selected the first tabard that didn’t have 69 emblazoned across the front. The lucky top was – 48. A nice even, rotund sort of number.

Turned out to be an exceptionally snug little number.

I stood there trying to shield my rather trussed up physique while I watched the others scrabble through the bucket discarding rather more than the 69’er. It didn’t take me too long to realise that the darn things were sized and I’d managed to leverage myself into the smallest one in the pile. Meanwhile the other stick insects were practically drowning in voluminous cotton affairs.

Anyway it was too late to remedy the matter. If I’d tried to peel it off at this early stage my baggy t-shirt would have come with it and quite possibly the whole enell bra contraption. The embarassment would have been too great.

So off I trogged, into the muddy field, to experience, quite possibly, the worst night of my life.

We ran and ran and then dropped to our knees to attempt 80 odd press ups and burpees before running again and whining. It was horrendous and I felt sick but had to run more because the guy in the combats was a rotten mean man. Well, he probably wasn’t really rotten and mean but I did feel very sick and I am still not entirely sure whether I liked it or not. But it was an exceptionally tough work out and the other folk were jolly friendly and I seem to have signed on the dotted line and committed myself to unlimited monthly classes……

More military anxiety to follow then.

8 thoughts on “Tight Tabards

  1. irunbecauseilovefood

    Well done for surviving your first class! I go to the classes in Reading and, despite the slightly masochistic vibe, I love it. My overall fitness has improved over the course of six months or so, and it’s definitely helped my running.

  2. Karin

    I LOVE BMF ๐Ÿ™‚

    Its absolutely great for overall fitness – if you’re ever in the Nottingham area on a Monday/Wednesday around 7pm feel free to drop in! ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Laser Runner

    Well done on surviving. I went to my first “body blitz” class on Saturday – turned out it was a step class and I had to bail out after 10 minutes as I could not keep up.

  4. Adele

    Oh, I love that sort of thing, pushing yourself until you are almost sick. What fun!

  5. Suzan - SHS1

    I hated my experience at BMF – Richmond Park on an Oct eve paired up with possibily the tallest men on earth running arm linked relay teams which were like British Bulldog tag races – I practically had my feet in the air like some cartoon runner going over a cliff.

    Couldn’t wait for eve to be over so I have total admiration if you keep this one up!

  6. Rae

    This post was, of course, two whole years ago. First of all well done for doing it but I do feel I must mention you dove right into the intermediate class! Blue bibs were the beginners! No wonder you found it a bit difficult! ๐Ÿ™‚

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