Confessions of a bootcamp virgin
Going crazy in the confines of my ‘hood, I’d been home alone pretty much since 11 March 2020. I had to break out, do something different and kick myself in the pants.
I’m lucky to be able to work to full capacity remotely — sitting on my butt in front of a desktop. Single, and a writer, I’m used to solitude. I’m also NOT simultaneously going through solo parenting of a challenging teen, a tricky divorce, and breast cancer treatment, just now — that’s all in the past. The counting of my blessings about my particular experience of lockdown was no longer working as a boost. What to do?
I knew I needed to get properly fit again, and reduce the stubborn covid tummy, which is very difficult to shift due to age and medication. I looked at yoga retreats — but all those people posing gracefully against a sunset did not inspire the jump scare I needed. Then up popped TEAMBootcamp with a very affordable post-covid glamping offer of £699 for a week, a tent to myself and everything included. Without giving myself a moment to think, I took a week off and booked. On the website, I could see military-style training, pictures of normal people challenging themselves outside, no prettifying or influencers, and a promise of weight loss and increased fitness.
