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Thursday, 23 May 2013

HIIT is the S-HIIT! And yoga isn't bollocks, it's lovely

I don't like to do things by halves. I'm not one of those pristine-perfect people who waltzes into the gym in full make-up, magazine in-hand, and props it up delicately on the cross trainer only to faff about at less than walking pace for an hour. If I'm gonna work out I do it hard; I like to earn my dinner, thank you very much. Same goes for when I relax. If I'm gonna chill out I'm gonna do it properly, like a pro, horizontal style.

Go hard or go home image graphic
Case in point: Last night's escapades. HIIT followed by yoga. Two polar opposites, but actually quite similar in terms of intensity.  For those of you not in the know, HIIT stands for High Intensity Interval Training, and it's not for the feint hearted! It's only a short session, lasting just 30 minutes with a warmup and stretching either side - but it's always the hardest 30 minutes of my week, and it doesn't ever get any easier.

The idea is that 15 minutes of high intensity interval training is more effective and has the same benefits as an hour of steady running, or any other steady cardio. I can definitely see why. There are various timeframes and class structures but our class is for 30-minutes and each exercise is 50-seconds long with a 10-second break in between.

Jumpy bastards


You have to perform each exercise at maximum effort - there's no faffing about with half-hearted attempts. Nice and easy, right? I can hear you now... "Man up Tess, it's only 50-seconds". Well I'll tell you one thing, it's the longest 50-seconds in the world on some of the exercises, especially the beasty tuck jumps, star jumps or squat jumps, and especially after you've already done 10-minutes of continuous press ups, mountain climbers, squat thrusts and burpees.

bfit Brighton HIIT bootcamp class
Just having a lie down, obviously

I *STILL* can't do every one of the exercises all the way through without stopping, it's the jumpy ones that get me every time. Just when you think you have nothing left to give James throws in a jumpy bastard and you have to summon up some energy from nowhere to get through the next 50-seconds of hell.

bfit Brighton HIIT bootcamp class
My face melting mid jumpy-bastard
In short, HIIT hurts. But that's why I love it. It's the best workout I do every week. I always come away from it looking absolutely stunning: drenched in sweat, puffy and red, with disturbed eyes staring out vacantly in search of food.


It's not bollocks, it's lovely


Or yoga. Vacantly searching for yoga. Follow HIIT with an hour of deep relaxation and concentrated meditative stretching and I'm wound right back down again, in love with the world and ready to take on anything. It's a really strange thing, yoga. I never thought I'd be into it, I always thought it was a bit too hippy-ish, all that release-your-energy and feel-your-body bollocks.



Except it's not bollocks, it's LOVELY. And that's a fact.

I'm not the most flexible person - I'm short, still a little fat and have zero balance. But I'll give it a good go. Some of the stretches are really hard, but in a good way. You don't hurt like you do in HIIT, you just ache through the stretch and absorb it all up. I come out of some of the poses feeling like I'm Jesus or something, it's pretty special.

Haven't tried turning water to wine yet, I'm hoping that'll come once I can finally sit my arse flat on the floor when sat on my knees without feeling like someone's trying to split me in half.

The boy came with me tonight - my newest bfit convert. :) I'm hoping he'll come again and then we can try and be Jesus together. After all, two heads are better than one, with this water to wine business...

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