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We asked one of our new clients to document their experience with CK Elite

Part 3

“Have you even thrown a punch?”

Chris asked at the start of this week’s session.

“Errr…” I could vaguely remember getting into a fight with my brother sometime when we kids, but that was two decades ago. “…no?”

There was a telling lack of gasps. But no matter. Before long Chris was Velcroing my hands into a pair of boxing gloves, attaching a pair of boxing pads to his own hands, and explaining that—having never thrown a punch in my life—all that was about to change.

The first half of this, my third session with Chris as my PT, was to be a mixture of boxing and circuit training: 20 seconds of jabs was followed by 20 seconds of running, followed by 20 seconds uppercuts, and 20 more seconds of running. And so it wnet on, punch after punch, duck after duck, run after run, leg-raise after leg-raise, until all the movements we had been practicing were combined in one final single movement, repeated as many times as the 20 seconds (and my aching arms and legs) would allow.

Chris was thankfully there throughout to encourage and advise, and to keep me on track—ensuring that when the time came for me to dodge a swing from his side, I was ready to duck (and avoid a boxing pad to the face…). After a full run through all the exercises, and after a few minutes to cool off, it was time for round two. Only this time the punches, knee raises, runs and ducks were to be more intense. Again, Chris was there to keep me going throughout—telling me to punch harder, squat lower, and run faster, all so that I managed to get the most out of this quick but very intense session.

It was tough. But also, despite having never thrown a punch in my life, a lot of fun. And we weren’t done yet.

The second half of the session was a form of interval training that Chris explained was known in the PT game by a fairly uncompromising nickname: suicides. I was about to find out why.

Using a cone as a marker Chris split the gym into two halves, and I was to bear crawl—a down-on-all-fours movement more like Spiderman than a bear in this instance—from one wall to the mid point and back; then from one wall to the far wall and back; then from one wall to the far war, back to the mid point, back to the far wall, and back; and then twice to the far wall and back again. Then the whole set was to be repeated once more but in reverse, longest route to shortest. If the boxing hadn’t exhausted me enough, surely this would do it.

To say that I struggled would be an understatement (there were a few unscheduled stops in between the sets…), but with Chris’s constant encouragement I somehow managed to complete the full set. By the end of the hour, I was spent.

But as Chris explained, the point of this week’s session was to experience DOMS—delayed onset muscle soreness, a sure sign that I’d both worked hard, and would still be burning calories long after I’d left the gym. In a few hours’ time, Chris said as I headed off, I’d start to feel some pain in my arms and shoulders, perhaps my legs too—all those parts this week’s session had been designed to test. He was right.

The next day, I could barely get my hands over my head to wash my hair in the shower. But for the first time in a long time I felt like I’d really, seriously, worked hard at the gym. I just don’t know how the bears (nor Spiderman, for that matter) do it.

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