?You know you can do better than that! Pick it up!? John urges as I lunge down the length of the circuit. He is tireless. Think of the drill sergeant in every army you have ever seen and you will have a pretty good idea of John?s role in my group sessions. And the clincher is he?s not even taking the group! Time to assess Another reason I had asked John to take me to task was because of my looming assessment. You will remember that the initial one was not exactly exemplarily and while I feel a hell of a lot fitter ? and lighter on my feet ? I am wracked by nerves ahead of my first real ?reveal?. First-up I find myself back in the ?scale-room? and while I do not feel as hesitant as my first visit, I am still struggling to come to terms with this aspect of my training. Thankfully the callipers are no longer necessary. John explains that they will no longer consider the fat percentage as there are too many variables involved. So they will judge my progress on weight and measurements? All I hear is ?no more callipers pinching my fat rolls?. The results are good. I would have liked to have dropped more, but then I can still stand to drop more carbs in my diet - so I can?t complain. Next up is the treadmill. One month ago 2km took me 14.28 minutes to complete and I was near death when I finally limped off the machine. I am determined to slash my time on the run and like a thoroughbred race horse (allow me this one) I pin my ears back and launch into the challenge. John is impressed with result and even I can allow myself a generous pat on the back. I am ridiculously unrealistic when it comes to weight loss and fitness gains, which generally leaves me disappointed, but even I cannot believe the improvement I have made in just 30 days? The 1km row does not go as well. My choice of shorts does not help the cause as I end up flat on my back, feet hooked into the stirrups, curses spilling out of my mouth as slide off the seat. I manage to knock off a bit of time, but not a hell of a lot and my joy from the run is quickly tempered. The sit-ups and push-ups, in particular the latter, lift my mood again as I show impressive improvements once again. I allow myself a brief smile as my assessment comes to an end ? a job well done. Although it is a job not finished? John informs me after the push-ups that he is adding another exercise to this month?s assessment ? the bike, 10 minutes, level 10. It seems a month ago I was unable to even attempt the bike, my red face, laboured breathing and quaking legs apparently an indicator of that? So, it?s down to the bike. The next 10 minutes I turn the air blue as I squeal my way through the ride. My legs feel like they are no longer attached to my body and my head begins to throb from the exertion ? like I said, it never seems to get any easier. Once the 10 minutes is up, John sits me down to go through the session and comment on my improvement or lack thereof. Thankfully I seem to have made considerable strides in most areas and I can breathe a little easier. It?s good to know that I have not let the guys down, and truthfully I shudder to think what my next group session would have been like if I had stuffed up? Below you can take a look at my assessment results. Measurements:
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