03/03/2026
With the Cambridge half Mara just around the corner it’s got me feeling all reflective and s**t:
Back in the day I never used to care about moving fast or feeling fit. If you ever mentioned the word cardio I would have laughed in ya face - disgusting behaviour I know. Tbh I didn’t even care about being strong, it was always about looking the best. (Which I never did, mind).
Nowadays the goal it’s solely feeling my best and making sure my training aligns with that.
I love feeling strong, I love being able to run without falling into cardiac arrest and I love the sensation of my lungs burning a hole in my chest during a diabolical WOD. Sadist I know.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this tbh but what I do know is that I see myself in you, stuck in a rut and attaching all your progress to what you see in the mirror rather than what your body can do. And I’d love to help.
Theres so much more to this game than a set of scales, mirrors and raging six packs - the latter costing you a lot of enjoyment In life to obtain.
It’s also quite nice enjoying a beer or two at the weekend knowing you’re healthy enough and train hard enough to not let a few extra calories bother you too much.
Go move fast, hit some high numbers, jump in that CrossFit class, go for that run, sign up to that half Mara you’ve been dreaming off but keep putting off because you don’t think you’re ready.
I can assure you the magic happens when you test your body’s capabilities. F*ck your limiting beliefs.
It’ll feel s**t at the start and you’ll probs wanna can it in after a few weeks but ride it out because this s**t will become your new normal if you let it.
Nothing worth having came easy.
Big love & peace out,
Sammy x