Boot Camp - Fresh Air, Sunshine And Mosquitoes

Ow ow ow ow ow. If you were to look at my multitude of tiny red marks all over my arms and legs you’d think I’d been attacked by someone who wields a needle for a weapon and has a tendency to be a little ‘stabby’, when in fact I’ve just succumb to the main problem associated with outdoor training; mosquitoes. At this time of year, you can’t train in a park, or anywhere with trees for that matter without running into the little buggers. So this morning I was down in central London instructing my latest boot camp recruits, and suddenly, out of nowhere we were covered with mosquitoes… or midges… or maybe both; I have to admit I don’t really know the difference, but I do know that they like to bite. The thing is though, when you’re half way through an hour’s routine and your session is invaded by unwanted critters, what can you do? The answer it seems is nothing, but grit your teeth and bear it. You have to make a choice between good workout and an afternoon of scratching your ankles or cutting the effort short and not having to reach for the antiseptic cream; so, not being one to let a little thing like Mother Nature get in the way of exercise, we plugged on regardless.

Next week, I think I’m going to move everyone to an area with a few less trees and hopefully that will make it better. And maybe coat myself in mosquito repellent before training. And wear trousers instead of shorts. And a top with sleeves. And a hat. Actually, woah, stop there. I think I may have gone a little far with the hat. And the long sleeve top. And the trousers. You can’t spend all this time working out only to cover yourself up. I mean, what’s the point in that!