When News reporter Emma Judd signed up for this year’s Great South Run, she knew she’d need some help. As personal trainers Dawn Grant and Max Eacott, from Portsmouth-based 24/7 Fitness, put her through her paces, she’ll be writing about her progress each week.
Monkey bars. They’re brilliant when you’re an adult because you can keep your feet on the ground and pretend to swing from them like King Louis from Jungle Book.
But I’d like to point out the monkey bars at Southsea Common are high enough that even a grown-up Emma has to pretend to be the King of the Swingers.
I blame the rain for the reason I kept falling off them when I trained with Max this week. I also blame the rain for making the zip wire thingy a bit too hard to hold.
For my newly-callused hands, broken triceps and – ahem – burning pectoral muscles, I blame Max.
Not only did he make me feel like a 12-year-old inept gymnast, but he also made me run, sprint, do press-ups and tricep dips until I couldn’t breathe, speak or walk.
And that was all while I was suffering with what can only be described as plague this week, flushing hot and cold at odd intervals and hankering for my duvet.
‘But you’re gonna do it, aren’t you?’ Max says.
‘You impressed me last week, so you need to push yourself even more this week.’
The only thing I could do was nod, bump his fist, and then fervently wish I’d decided to stay at home instead.
But I suppose the pain is temporary (even though I’m still having issues bringing a mug up to my mouth to drink), and I have both set a new distance record – seven miles – and a new personal best for running three miles.
So it must be worth it. Right?