What is all the fuss about? I readily admit it doesn’t amount to much and doesn’t look too difficult.
However with each session I hope it will become easier. This week I was encouraged; the tyre had gone. Hoorah! But I now acknowledge I have been slow to realise that ‘easy’ is not the purpose, especially if you want results.
Week four started with a bang, Pete was definitely going for it. The pace was fast from the outset, as we moved along the line taking a turn on each exercise. He was like a man possessed; the consensus - too much lucozade.
Six different exercises x 25 seconds each at max intensity/effort. 25 seconds jogging on the spot, the recovery, then 25 seconds per exercise boxing using dumb bells, x two sets.
Phew! It’s exhausting just writing the instructions. Then there was the additional threat of the ‘heavy weight’ dumb bells for any slackers.
'Use the beat' Pete boomed during the recovery jogs, then BOX, BOX, BOX. Pete encouraging all the way, so encouraging he made himself hoarse. Then he delivered, 'The final exercise and you will be r-e-l-e-a-s-e-d'. I immediately thought 'boot camp'.
The training is in the dance studio which has two adjoining mirrored walls where we completed the two sets, red with exertion. Despite the air con the room filled with the heat from our efforts. As the heat rose the mirrors steamed up exposing what some wag from a previous class had etched in the mist ‘HELP ME’.
But a word of caution, be careful what you wish for; we tentatively broached the subject of continuing HIIT at the end of the six weeks. Pete was ecstatic. We had unleashed his inner genie. His mind raced to what he could challenge us with in coming sessions. As long as it’s not the tyre, pleeeeze.
Amanda
However with each session I hope it will become easier. This week I was encouraged; the tyre had gone. Hoorah! But I now acknowledge I have been slow to realise that ‘easy’ is not the purpose, especially if you want results.
Week four started with a bang, Pete was definitely going for it. The pace was fast from the outset, as we moved along the line taking a turn on each exercise. He was like a man possessed; the consensus - too much lucozade.
Six different exercises x 25 seconds each at max intensity/effort. 25 seconds jogging on the spot, the recovery, then 25 seconds per exercise boxing using dumb bells, x two sets.
Phew! It’s exhausting just writing the instructions. Then there was the additional threat of the ‘heavy weight’ dumb bells for any slackers.
'Use the beat' Pete boomed during the recovery jogs, then BOX, BOX, BOX. Pete encouraging all the way, so encouraging he made himself hoarse. Then he delivered, 'The final exercise and you will be r-e-l-e-a-s-e-d'. I immediately thought 'boot camp'.
The training is in the dance studio which has two adjoining mirrored walls where we completed the two sets, red with exertion. Despite the air con the room filled with the heat from our efforts. As the heat rose the mirrors steamed up exposing what some wag from a previous class had etched in the mist ‘HELP ME’.
But a word of caution, be careful what you wish for; we tentatively broached the subject of continuing HIIT at the end of the six weeks. Pete was ecstatic. We had unleashed his inner genie. His mind raced to what he could challenge us with in coming sessions. As long as it’s not the tyre, pleeeeze.
Amanda