It took me an eternity to get started on this post.
For what seemed like hours on end I pondered what to write. And the reason being; I simply found it difficult to summarise the current set of circumstances at C&J.
In contrast, the sheer amount of happenings here has been a relentless onslaught of twists and turns.
It pains me to say it, but after much deliberation, I can only conclude that since my last post, C&J got an almighty kick-start, but then suddenly ran out of gas.
Before I delve into the nitty-gritty, I really feel like its my duty to inform you that Jonny is actually alive! Believe it or not, after 12 long weeks, he lumbered home with far too much facial hair and more insect bites than sense. He was however, unscathed and unhinged as always.
So here is the story since…
It was surreal to see Jonny again. After many stories of flash floods, sentimental sloths and insect injuries, we were soon ‘back on the rack’. And I use the inverted commas because this was the title of the blog post I was originally meant to write…
Pretty much from the get go, training was nothing short of torture. It was quite clear that we were both out of shape and the only way up was to suffer, suffer again and then suffer some more.
After every session, sweat streamed from every orifice and the pain lingered for days on end.
But sure enough things were returning back to way they were.
However, as much as our old routine was rekindled, I couldn’t help but feel as though our ship had already sailed and we were trying ignite an old flame.
I had little time to dwell on this thought though as training occupied my every thought. I’m pretty sure it did Jonny too.
As all fitness fanatics know, with consistent pain, eventually comes the gain. Out of nowhere, definition started to blossom. The unsuspecting fat was stripped, and then the motivation was sparked.
From thereon in training worked like clockwork again. And it was great!
I then got the message that changed everything.
It was short and sweet but reaffirmed what I think I anticipated all along.
‘I’ve got some bad news’, it read.
‘I’ve found some work back in Yorkshire so this will be our last week!’
Although I wasn’t that shocked, it still took me off guard.
But it didn’t stop there.
5 minutes later I got another message.
‘In fact the guy wants an immediate start, my last day will be Thursday.’
The next day was a shock nail in the coffin. Another message came through.
‘Can you believe it, I actually go tonight?’
I was dumbfounded at that last one, I’m not going to lie.
So I dropped everything and decided to head around later that night.
We were going to go for a drink as a send off, but let’s be honest we had to end were it started; IN THE GYM!
It was 2 hours of sheer graft! Our most motivational playlist blasted throughout and every ounce of energy was spent, right until the very end.
And that was that.
We have agreed when we’ll catch up again, but essentially we now head down different paths.
But I’m sure the story wont end there.
We are gym rats, and that’s a fact.
Jonny already has plans to ensure fitness remains a top priority.
So the question is, can we keep it up?
If I have learned anything from the Costa Rican break, I’m going to say yes. I don’t think I need to vouch for Jonny. We all know he’s crazy enough to keep it up.
So although it’s over for now, it isn’t really over.
I’ll be keeping up the blogs from my side and Jonny from his. And whether it be 2 years or 20, I have no doubt that Jonny and I will somehow find ourselves doing burpees for breakfast again.
Until the next time…
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