Well, I have just started in the latest 10-week Fitness Camp yesterday. I'm doing the early morning sessions which seem like a great idea this time of year (ask me again when I'm doing it in winter).
I should mention at this point that I'm actually one of Darren's brothers. Some of the regulars to the fitness camps, and particularly the last Dawn vs Dusk cup, would recognise me as the scrawny photograher guy. Come on, be honest - it's the first thing you thought.
In fact, it was the last Dawn vs Dusk cup that convinced me to join for two reasons. The first reason was that I realised what a supportive environment these fitness camps are. There were clearly a lot of friendships that had developed over the previous 10 (or 20) weeks, and this was evident in the amount of support and encouragement that the participants were giving each other. Now, anyone who has seen me will know how out-of-place my scrawny frame would look in a gym (a place that I've always felt intimidated by anyway) and Darren's fitness camps seemed like the obvious choice.
Well, it wasn't actually obvious to me until everyone on the day started asking when I was going to join the fitness camp. I fobbed off the questions at first, until about the 10th person asked me. At that point I started to panic... do I look like I need to join? The final part of the day had me running around the obstacle course taking photos of everyone in action. My lack of breath and jelly-like legs were the final deciding factors.
Of course, it's now the day after the initial fitness assessment and every muscle in my body is telling me that this was not a good idea. Darren warned us to expect this though, so I'll just clench my teeth through the pain and head on in to work. Well soon anyway, first I might just send Darren an abusive text...
Andrew.