This is it! The last day of BMF Cheltenham’s Hell Week. All week we’ve been mud running, double sessioning, burpeeing, sweating, lunging, swearing and collapsing.
Today was marked by a 10K mud/obstacle run somewhere off the A46 north of Cheltenham. It was a gloriously sunny morning that saw us all rock up with more enthusiasm that we probably should have had, although I suspect this was more to do with the bar that promised us some gold nectar should we manage to drag ourselves over the finish line.
There was lots of running. Now, I love running, and I know other BMFers like running but after Hell Week it was the last thing we wanted to do, especially up the little hills. It took all my strength to get my legs around that course. Doing something like that is all about the people you do it with. I was with such a great bunch of supportive people who kept me doing and dragged me round (quite literally at one point, by the hand and pushing me up a hill by the bum). And the fact the course wasn’t the 6.1 miles it should have been, rather it was 7.78 miles made it all the more sweeter, and that pint taste all the more golden.
Nice job BMF Cheltenham (and Worcester). Well done.