British Military Fitness

Oh gosh I am so proud of myself. In the most appalling weather earlier I still turned up to my BMF class. It was brilliant from start to finish. Two instructors were there. Tom and Max. As there was only three of us, Tom was able to go and Max took the three of us out. It was made even better by the fact that we all had Movember moustaches. I wish I'd got a photo of the four of us. This one will do though.

I learnt something quite early on when I joined BMF. The armed forces teach their recruits that even though your body might be saying stop, your mind knows you can go that bit further.

Tonight I went that bit further and just kept going :)


Ps. Just had the mother of all arguments with T's mother :( I'll definitely be finding my own place soon. Like in the next four weeks I'd say. I stopped past three houses to rent on the way back. They all looked nice enough. 2 beds. Mid terrace sort of thing. Must start thinking about what I will tell Tobias. Wife (ex or whatever you would call her) said I was a bad father and that I'm never there for him. Nice.