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Silent Sunday

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Silent Sunday


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After the tough session at Danebury Hill I’d picked up yet another injury and was really starting to wonder if I was cut out for this exercise malarkey. Was someone trying to tell me something?

I spent Tuesday afternoon working from home with the laptop on my knee and an icepack on my leg. Before you ask, yes I used a towel this time, I’m not that daft.

Fortunately I’d been given special dispensation from Sgt’s Hillier & Gentlemen to miss the Thursday morning workout session. Wednesday evening my boss Marie and I were attending the Charted Institute of PR Excellence 25th anniversary awards ceremony.

Testway was a finalist in the publications category for the 2008/09 annual report. It was a great achievement to be finalists in this national award but we were up against some big budget PR agencies, so it came as no surprise when London Borough of Camden won for their University prospectus. We’d practiced our ‘we weren’t expecting to win anyway smiles’ and clapped along with everyone else.

Surprisingly, as soon as the award giving part of the evening was over, the trendy young ‘it’ crowd disappeared in a flash leaving Marie and I to finish off any leftover wine. It’s a shame there wasn’t a category for minesweeping, we’d have won that hands down.

The next morning while my Bootcamp comrades were being put through their paces at Danebury Hilll with the focus on upper body strength, I was struggling to lift a cup of tea and open a packet of painkillers!

And so to week 5, we’ve passed the halfway point and now on the home stretch.

Why am I pinned to the floor?

After the usual warm up sessions, Sgt Gentlemen then pulled out two black harnesses. Now I’m not a prude but I do draw the line at some things and bondage in the open air with early morning dog walkers present is an order too far, even for me!

I had nothing to fear. The harnesses were strapped to our backs with a kettlebell attached. We had to run in relays pulling the heavy weight behind us. Despite picking up penalties for not fastening the harness securely each time, Team H won easily.

Next was a tug of war contest. R Hodges being the strongest in our team was nominated to go at the front, I quickly volunteered to go next. With one eye on A Hodges (the wife) on the opposite team I wrapped my arms around Hodges’ waist and pulled him close. I certainly wasn’t going to be the one to let go on this occasion. Hey I’d waited five weeks to discover there are some advantages to getting up at the crack of dawn and putting myself through all this pain and torture. My early morning cuddle was shortlived as the other team broke the chain and we collapsed in a heap with me ending up flattening the lovely petite Horne.

Unfortunately, the collapse had aggravated the groin injury Hodges R had picked up at the hillfort so he had to take it easy for the rest of the workout. I knew I should have brought the Deep Heat with me.

Before being dismissed Sgt G announced he was leaving us in the capable hands of Sgt Hillier for a week while he went to Spain for rest and recuperation, taking Horne with him to carry his bags!

With Horne on holiday and both Hodges in the sick bay it was a small team that stood in the already baking heat at 7am Thursday morning. Weather experts had been predicting that temperatures would soar as the week progressed. For once they got it right. While Sgt G and Horne were sunning themselves in Marbella we were yomping around a field with a punchbag on our backs dripping in sweat. If we thought Sgt Hillier would be a pushover we were very wrong.

GI Janes

After showering and before heading off to work, I checked with Hodges A how injured Hodges R was. Apparently he was still resting his injury and Sgt Hillier had recommended he take himself to see the medic.

I rushed upstairs, now where the hell did I put my nurses uniform?

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On the strict orders of Sgt Hillier I rested my leg over the weekend to prepare myself for the move to higher ground on Tuesday. It gave me the perfect excuse to catch up with a friend and then get stuck into this month’s bookclub choice, Keeping Faith by Jodi Picoult. A novel about a young girl who after witnessing something painful she starts to talk to God and recite passages from the bible.

Not wanting to risk making my injury worse I resisted the urge to go to Tommy’s Body Combat class on Monday night. Instead I did a few squats, press ups, ab crunches and some weight lifting to build up my upper body strength. What I’ve come to realise over the last few weeks is that, I need more strength in my arms to lift my arse!

Before going to bed I logged onto Facebook to find a comrade had been having nightmares about the task ahead. NO!! We must not let the enemy smell our fear. It’s all about PMA, Positive Mental Attitude. It’s time to call on the Queen of the disco, Gloria Gaynor, “I will survive” or in our case “We”.

And so to week 4 – session 5

I woke before the alarm went off. Was it excitement or anticipation? No desperate need for a wee. Gosh I’d nearly lasted a whole night, that hasn’t happened in a long time. Do I get a sticker?

This morning I knew a banana wasn’t going to be enough to fuel my body for what I was facing so I forced a piece of toast with peanut butter down while waiting for Trotter.

We arrived at Danebury Hill Fort at 6.45am. Sgt’s Gentlemen and Hillier were waiting and a few early morning dog walkers were out enjoying the peace and quiet. The weather was perfect, not too hot or too cold. Someone was on our side for once.

As a warm up we were ordered to run up the hill touch the ‘Trig point’, at the top then run back. I thought Sgt Gentlemen had a sudden stammer because I thought for one minute I heard him say and run back again and again. I did. We had to run up the hill and back, a distance of about 300 metres, three times!!! Most of the recruits developed Tourettes syndrome. I distinctly heard lots of F*** F*** F***.

Well I can safely say we all warmed up very quickly. Next it was time to move to higher ground and tougher terrain. We made our way into the inner circle of the hillfort.

My mind briefly drifted back to last summer when Twigman and I spent a wonderful evening at Royal Marines Commando training centre in Lympstone at a summer ball as guests of Lft Col. Mike Tanner. And he didn’t make me work for my supper.

For the next 50 minutes we rolled, crawled and ran our way around the site picking up injuries along the way. It was now time to call on Billy We can do this, Keep the faith.

Bacon had picked up an injury on a charity run at the weekend and today hadn’t helped her. I’d twisted my ankle running downhill and Hodges R pulled a muscle when we were racing for the finish line. We’d all pushed ourselves and each of us witnessed some pain. As I limped down the hill back to the car I thought about the girl in Keeping Faith and muttered, “Oh God give me strength.”

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