What would you write in your letter?

If you had to sit down and pen a letter to your own doubts & fears, what would you write?

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my goals and what’s going on internally, because the only thing I can control is me. The results we get in our life, whether it be physical, financial or in our relationships are always a reflection of what’s going on internally.

No one ends up achieving their goals wondering how they got there.

Accidental success just does not happen.

I’ve written many letters over the years and sometimes they are to myself. Might sound a bit qwerky but stay with me. It’s a very powerful way of finding out what’s really going on inside and what you are up against.

Your results are waiting for you. True story. Your abundance in energy, strong, fit body and powerful & positive mindset is just-around-the-corner.

Give yourself ammunition to win for when those doubts & fears pop up.

Here’s mine locked & loaded.

Dear Self-Doubt,

It’s just not true.

Just because I’ve had a shoulder injury, got sick and couldn’t race in my Triathalon that day and took over 6hrs to run the slowest-hardest 42kms in my life doesn’t mean anything.

Failing doesn’t make me a failure.

You are too loud and obtrusive and really need to know your place – and that’s out my front door!!!

Next time you come knocking, I’m going to remind you of the time I started Zenergy with no experience and had to move back into Mum and Dads, I’ll remind you of the psychology appointments I fronted up to twice a week to overcome my post-natal depression, and also the time I raced my very first triathalon after having my first child with leaking boobs and floppy bits.

You’ve got no substance, no logical argument, no fucking place to tell me what I can and can’t do OR what I am and am not capable of!

I’ll decide that thank you very much.

Kind regards,
Self-Confidence.

P.S. Grab some time for yourself and get writing!  The more ammunition you’ve got from your Self-Confidence the easier it is to shut-down those voices of fear & doubt.  Jods :)

Wonder woman

These 3 things always work.

We’ve just introduced something at home with the kids to help them learn about the concept of healthy boundaries, self-control & discipline.

It’s Strong Mondays.

It all came about from Tony chatting with Gen about becoming stronger on the Monkey Bars.

I’m sure she is a monkey from a past-life and between home, school and gymnastics, she monkey bars multiple times each day.

At first she was determined to hang on.

And then she was determined to move forward.

And then it was how many rungs can she do….and now it’s, “Hey Mum, watch me go backwards!”

The whole time she has been implementing (without realising) the scientific principle of progressive overload (getting stronger by doing a little more each time), and the life principle of – never give up!

If you want something bad enough, you have to work at it and be prepared to suck at first. And only after you’ve worked hard at it, will you master something.

So the Strong Monday conversation started with Tony….

“Hey Gen, you know how you have chocolate after dinner each night as a treat….?”

“Yes Daddy…”

“Well why don’t you have a night without chocolate?”

But I love chocolate Daddy!” There was slight fear in her eyes at the thought, but she was listening…and I was mildly amused where this conversation might go.

“I know you do Gen, but sometimes it’s good to not always have treats because then it’s not a treat!”

“Ummmm” Gen had no idea what to say.

Gen, you want to get stronger on the monkey bars and you know chocolate is a treat, so if you don’t have chocolate one night, you’ll definitely get stronger and be able to do more monkey bars.”

The Master Head Coach had struck again and delivered his first lesson to his daughter – the art of self control.

“But I really, really love chocolate Daddy…”

“Of course you do Gen, it’s up to you, just thought it was a good idea to help you get stronger.”

Reverse psychology.

BAM!

She pondered….“Ok Daddy, I’ll do it.”

“Great Gen, which day of the week do you want to choose?”

Tony was now applying the principle of specificity. Getting specific about the action she’d have to take based on what she’d now promised herself.

“I think Monday’s Daddy, so that it’s over with at the beginning of the week, and I can have chocolate all the other nights!”

“That sounds like a great idea Gen. Why don’t we call it Strong Mondays. And you know what Gen, I’ll do it with you, I won’t have any Wine on Mondays ok?”

WTF did he just say? No Wine? Was he going to drag me into this as well?

“Mummy, did you hear that? We are going to have Strong Mondays and Gen is not going to have any chocolate and I’m not going to have any Wine…. Did you want to join us?”

Check-mate Jodie.

“Of course – that sounds like a great idea!” There were possibly daggers thrown at Tony at that point in my mind.

So Strong Mondays it is, and I have to confess it’s a good thing, despite the loathing and cursing on the first one.

It’s been weeks now of Strong Monday’s in the Hebrard House, and it has really reminded of these 3 timeless principles that always work…..

1. Set your intentions small.  One out of seven days to abstain from a treat is doable. Go small so you can keep it going after the honeymoon period is over. The mental battle is small so you can win at it on the days you couldn’t be f****d. The mental strength you’ll gain far outweighs any physical benefit from just one day.

2. Support Works By having Strong Mondays as a family we can support and nurture each other with words of encouragement and affirmation of the big picture – getting stronger for whatever is important to you. Find your support crew & get them on board!

3. Make it Fun & Empowering. We gave our “thing” a name. It’s a positive name to affirm what we are gaining, rather than any reference to what we are abstaining from. We could have named it, “Treat free night” but Strong Mondays is so much more empowering for your mind.

So that’s the latest update fromGen Monkey Bars the Hebrard Household. I’ve love to hear if you implement anything at home….Drop me a line :)

Jods x

P.S. Here is our monkey doing her thing!

What are your gifts?

Being a Dad has taught me a lot and if you are a Parent then I reckon you’ll relate to this…. (and if you aren’t yet, then go back in time to when you were a kid!)

Imagine your child is gifted in writing and arts. She excels in these areas, enjoys it and sees significant progress when she puts even a moderate amount of time into it.

It comes easily & naturally to her.

She is ok at mathematics. Learning and making progress, achieving sound but not amazing grades. She’ll do it but she’s certainly not drawn to it in her spare play-time.

Do you guide her to work really hard on her mathematics in order to achieve higher grades across the board?

If you do this, there’s a sacrifice as you’ll take time, energy and passion away from her writing and arts.

Or, do you guide her to maintain solid and sound grades in mathematics and allow her time and energy to see how great she can become in the realm of writing and arts?

This leads me back to you and me.

What are your gifts in fitness?

And, are you giving these gifts the time & energy they deserve?

Are you making the right sacrifice for you?

Focusing on your weaknesses is great but stay focused on your strengths, as losing this focus can mean you become slightly better than average in areas where you could be really good or even great!

Think Strong.

T

 

Written by Tony Hebrard | Head Coach & Personal Trainer

 

Burgers & Brilliant Ideas

As soon as she said it, I instantly thought to myself, “That’s a brilliant idea, I’ll do that!”

I was catching up with a friend before Christmas and we were chowing down on some tasty burgers.

Grill’d Burgers – my favourite!

This woman is an inspiration to me and we’ve managed to stay in contact for over a decade on and off and more on recently.

I was sharing my latest (slow) developments on my shoulder recovery and some small wins I had in the last few training sessions.

(For those of you who aren’t up to speed, I’ve been over-coming a chronic shoulder issue which set in after having my last child back in 2014.  Training has been uninspiring and daily tasks like brushing my hair or hanging out the washing can be very painful. A diagnosis of Thoracic Outlet Syndrome was reached a year ago and I’ve been seeking specific treatments ever since.)

Back to Burgers….

I’d just started doing deadlifts again and was sharing that I could now do 15kgs pain-free, but also sharing my frustration at the gap that still existed.  

In my mind the benchmark and measuring stick was my P.B. of 92.5kg.  That was about 8 years ago and seemed like a distant memory.  

So the 15kg I’d just deadlifted seemed dismal in contrast.

She listened, she understood and she reminded me of how far I’d already come.

“Jodes, you know what…. It was only a few months ago that you were telling me you couldn’t even deadlift the 6kg bar without pain – so 15kg is awesome. Great job.”

She went on with….

“You know what I do at home is I’ve got a big calendar up in my room, one of those wall calendars and I write up all my workouts, what I do.  And as the days, weeks and months go on, I can clearly see the little wins I’m making.

Progress can so easily get lost in P.B’s or where you think you should be at, but we forget about the steps that are happening week to week, month to month, that are moving us forward.’

Anyway, that’s what I do at home and it works for me.”

Bingo.

What a brilliant idea.

It’s got nothing to do with what you are going to do, but everything to do with what you’ve actually done.

Hard facts not a wish list.

Micro wins logged every day.

So during my break over Christmas I organised an A1 Wall Poster of a 2017 calendar and got it set up in my bedroom and have been tracking my activity ever since.

It’s only the start of February, but it’s already provided me with invaluable feedback.

I’m winning, ever so slowly, but I’m winning.

It has been the best $25 bucks I’ve spent on my rehab….and here’s the direct link to the calendar I use if you want to get your own happening too.  Click Here – Wall Calendar Printable (There’s no kickbacks to me for sharing the link – just want to make it easy for you to implement!)

And I’ll remind you of what I’m reminding myself of daily…..Patience little grasshopper, patience.

Here’s to a strong 2017 for you (and me!) and celebrating the micro-wins along the way!

Cheers Jods x

P.S. The kids are back at school, I’m back at my desk full-time and am pumped for a huge year of fitness with you guys!

Where are we supposed to walk?

Which way do we go Jodes?”

I don’t know.”

What do you mean you don’t know?”

Well, I don’t.”

I’d asked Tony to hit some local walking trails with me to explore our new home at Samford and I’d stumbled across a Reserve (Undambi Reserve) last week.

Whilst taking some back streets in the car to explore, I saw the signs and a gate and I thought – “Cool….Walking trails….”

And that was that.

So the weekend rolls around and I convince Tony, (which really wasn’t that hard) to explore it with me. So I grabbed my boots and started to lace up.

You’re putting your boots on babe?”

“Yeh, well the trails are in the bush, so these will be better than my runners”

He nods and then grabs his own boots and then we head off to the Reserve.

Looking up at the mountains I took in the sunshine and the pending sunset and closed my eyes and smiled.

So peaceful.

And then the questions started from Tony.

“So where are the trails?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I don’t know!”

“Where are we supposed to walk?!”

“Through here…” I waved my arms ever so vaguely at the bush surrounds.

You see I didn’t have a clear plan, other than to get out to explore.

And there in front of us were Mountains with grass as high as our shoulders and a fire road that had been paved along the fence line of the Reserve.

Tony was clearly struggling with my care-free nature.

What do you mean you don’t know, how do you know there are trails here?”

“Tony, all I know is that it’s a Reserve, which means it’s State Land and we can be here. There has to be some trails here…”

Such depth and intelligence involved with my answers.  I was never good with a debate that needed concrete answers so I used my charm and confidence to win him over.

“Why don’t we just follow the fire road and see where it takes us….?”  <insert my sweet innocent smile with a twinkle in my eye.>

He agreed and we strode it out.

I was slightly panicking that my care-free plans were about to bite me in the bum, but soon enough the fire-trail continued, continued and continued.

Twists and turns, uphill and downhill, around some dams and away from civilization.

I loved it.

And he soon forgot about the need to know exactly where we were and where we were headed.

It reminded me of being a kid again when we first gain our independence and learn how to explore life.

 

Undambi ReserveNo plans, no structure, just an urge to see what’s out there.

Living on impulse and ideas uninhibited from any conformity.

Taking risks, trying new things and being comfortable with not knowing everything.

Trusting yourself enough to go with your gut and what feels right.

We should do more of that.

We really should.

Jods x

P.S. I took this photo just before the questions started and I can now clearly see Tony’s look of confusion… lol!

I’m not used to this…

Poor Nikki (My Boxing Trainer).

I was totally frustrated and feeling emotional right in the middle of a boxing session.

He did the one thing I was trying my hardest to avoid – he gave me direct eye contact.

As soon as he looked at me – looked right at me, I crumbled and let the tears come.

I’d been trying to hold it in ever since the warm up started and knew it was going to be tough to hide it. But I’ve learnt over the years that crying is a part of life – it’s not a sign of weakness – it’s just simply emotions. Something we should feel and then move on from.

So after our 2nd Round of Boxing, I just stopped and cried.

Hats off to him because he handled it really well. I didn’t want to quit nor stop the session, I just wanted to express myself – my true self.

And in that moment it was a woman who was at her emotional limit after managing a shoulder injury for 2 years. 2 years of pain, discomfort, uncertainty, treatments, massage, driving back and forward to appointments, rehab, organising babysitters for the girls, maxing out my private health rebate very early in the year and trying to stay positive about the whole thing.

Not being able to brush my hair some days and let’s not even talk about how I get my sport tops on and off.

So I’d decided to take up Boxing with Nikki late last year because I was sidelined with my strength training and wanted to do something to keep moving.

Some days it was ok and pain-free, and some days it wasn’t and that day was one of those days where the pain would shoot up my neck and I had trouble keeping my arm up.

The good thing though was that the week prior I had just got some answers.

After getting a referral for a MRI the diagnosis came back with a 13th Floating Rib on my cervical spine. Normally you have 12 Ribs, but little ol me has something extra in my neck that’s sticking out.

You can’t see it, but trust me I can feel it!

It’s abnormal but not dangerous and for whatever reason has only caused me problems in the last few years.

Life will do that to you sometimes – give you something that doesn’t make any sense and frustrate the hell out of you.

This space is not something I’m used to.

The space of patience, the space of lowering my expectations and accepting of where I am at right now. The space of wanting and trying to do something, but feeling the disappointment sometimes anyway.

So many days and so many training sessions have had me thinking, “What the hell am I doing this for?!”

But….

I refuse to quit.

I refuse to quit on me.

I deserve to be pain-free. I deserve to be fit & strong. I deserve my peak health.

These little mantras have been repeated a million times in my mind.

And you know what.

You deserve them too.

If you are in-that-space as well, hang in there.

This space will not and does not last forever.

It simply can’t.

Nothing lasts forever.

And, things will get better.

They always have and they always will.

That’s the story I’m telling myself and I think you should use the same story too.

Jods x

Boxing training with Nikki

Snuggle it, cuddle it & get cosy with it.

Polite and I just don’t get along.

I’d rather take a risk in communication and be honest, direct and candid rather than polite.

Polite strokes the ego and gets you and me nowhere.

I thought about being polite last week when this email landed in my inbox.

I thought about it…and I’m so glad I wasn’t.

EMAIL IN |

“Hi Jodie,

After much thought I’ve decided I am going to put my membership on hold until I can commit to coming more often.

I would like to thank you and Tony for your support in trying to get me fit, and look forward to seeing you guys again down the track.

Kind Regards,

NC.

 

MY REPLY |

“Hey NC!

I totally understand BUT I’m also going to totally suggest instead of stepping back completely, just swap your Membership for 1 x 30min PT per week.

You know you need accountability, an appointment, someone to check on you.

AND YES, 1 x PT per week will benefit you.  It won’t change your world, but it will deliver you consistency and build this habit bit by bit.

Imagine at Christmas time how you will feel after doing just 1 x PT sess weekly til then?

And imagine if nothing happens from now til then?

Ok, enough from me.

Over to you.

Jods x

P.S The polite thing was for me to reply with none of this, but I’m here to help.

ENDS |

 

This email exchange was just last week and NC was at the Gym this morning doing 1 x 30min PT session.

Bloody awesome I say.

We all feel like it’s too hard sometimes and the “why should I even bother….” thoughts creep in.

You just have to find a smaller step that will work for you.

Break it down.

Take a step back.

Don’t ever shy away from commitment.

Play the long-game in fitness with smaller steps and get comfortable with a consistency.

Share a snugSnuggle it, cuddle it and get nice and cosy with it.

I dare you.

Jods x

 

 

Guilty as charged.

I remember the conversation like it was yesterday.

I was calling a Girlfriend for a bit of sage advice as Tony and I were contemplating a change – a tree change.

After living in the “burbs” for nearly a decade and being only 4kms to the CBD and our Gym, the convenience of inner-city living was wearing thin.  With our 2 girls now becoming little people who like to run and play, I started to have strong urges to give them a more relaxed upbringing with a rural influence.

Santa had already delivered 3 baby chickens at Christmas and throw into the mix, a new Puppy as well, we were starting to feel the squeeze on our 359 SQM block.

So, this led us to looking at property in Samford (about 20kms from CBD).

Back to my Girlfriend and that phone call.

I was calling her because she’d done it.

She’d done the Tree-Change and had lived at Samford and had only just recently moved back to the City.

Did she love it?

What was good about it?

What was not so good?

If she had her time over again, would she change anything?

I rambled, I stumbled and I semi-listened to her responses.

And about half-way through the phone call, it hit me.

I wasn’t listening to her responses, I was only listening to the bits I wanted to hear.

I nodded and engaged with the appropriate “Ok”, “Uh-huh” and “Hmmmm” when needed and we wrapped up the phone call with, “I’ll keep you posted!”

I realised as I hung up, that I really wasn’t after her advice.  I had called her with that intention, but deep down I’d made up my mind.

I was calling her to continue to validate the decision I had already made in my mind.

We were moving. It was going to happen.

2 weeks later with more house inspections we were now at an Auction and walked away that day with a signed contract on our dream home.

1.7 acres and about a 30min drive from the Gym, I was in bush-heaven.

After months of “research” the burbs to the bush project was complete.

I look back now and laugh at my behaviour and wonder, Where else have I done this?

Where else have I made up my mind on something, without consciously voicing it and ignored what anyone was around me saying, even after I had asked for their advice, opinion and feedback.

We all do this, don’t we?

I’m guilty as charged when it comes to any form of stretching or re-hab from my beloved Physio.

“Alex, I’m still getting shoulder pain and it’s really frustrating me….”

“Ok Jodie, so how are you going with your stretches I gave you?”

<insert long awkward pause here>

You see, I’d already decided that stretching was boring as bat-shit therefore rarely do them.

And I’m even guiltier when the c-word is mentioned with my Trainer, Nikki.

The c-word being Core.

“Nikki, my core is still weak and I want it to be stronger….”

“Sure Jods, how many times did you do your core exercises this week?”

<doh!>

I had decided that getting my core stronger is really hard work.  Like really, really, really hard. Too hard for me in fact. So, I don’t do a bloody thing about it!

We can all decide what is going to be easy, hard, enjoyable or painstakingly boring as bat-shit.

We decide if it can’t be done, can be done and is going to get done, well before it is ever done.

We make up our minds and that determines the outcome, before you’ve even started.

Dr Suess was right.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…”

Yes Dr Suess.

I’m hearing you.

Best I start steering myself in the right direction.

Best I decide today is the day.

What about you?

Jods x.

P.S. A few snaps of our Tree-Change to share with you…

Burbs and Nella“Plenty of room for hide and seek in our new yard and Nella found the perfect hiding spot.”

Burbs and Family

Celebrating the move. Me soaking up the fresh-air with a glass of bubbles!”

 

Burbs and Chickens

“Meet Claudia, Tootoo, Huey, Duey, Spotty and Caster. 6 out of our 11 Lovely Hens…Oh, and the view from my home-office!”

Alex Photo Physio 1And lastly, Meet my Physio, Alex.  The smiling assassin.”

Dr Suess

This girl was on fire.

I was onto Point #2 of my chat during the Ladies Night we had at the Gym recently, and wanted to make sure I slowed down so that the point really hit home.

Rewind a few years, and I was sharing the story of beginning my training for a full distance Triathlon after having had my 2nd child, Nella.

2 pregnancies with less than a year a part had certainly taken its toll on my body and I knew that the “getting back” into it stage was going to need a careful approach. Throw into the mix the post-natal depression I had with my first child, meant that my self-esteem was needing love & support, not the self-bashing mentality of go hard or go home!

Winning from day one was crucial for me. We all like to feel like we are winning, right?!

I had about 10 months to train towards a 1.5km swim, 40km bike ride and 10km run and focused heavily on the scientific principle of progressive overload. What this means is to make your workouts harder, heavier or longer bit by bit, so your body continually has to adapt (get fitter and stronger) to deal with the increased stimulus.

So, I sat down and wrote my program for the first 4 weeks.

It was awesome.

It was the best program I had ever written!

It was so damn good that I was ready to get started – right away.

Week one involved 2 runs and I had the exact route mapped out I was going to take.

Let’s go back to the Ladies Night…. and the moment I asked them a question…. “How long do you think I had planned for my first run? How many kilometers do you think I was starting with on Day 1?”

Answers jumped out at me.

“10 kms…”

“2 kms…”

“5 kms…”

I stood there and listened waiting for the room to die down again.

“Ladies, it was less than that – a lot less. For the first 2 weeks my planned runs were 500 meters.”

The room erupted.

“WHAT?! Only 500 meters???”

I could see the look of disbelief on their faces with comments like… ” Why bother?!, and, Is that all?!, ringing through the room.

And then they stopped to think about it and it started to sink in.

The importance of starting small.

The importance of winning from Day 1.

The importance of being kind to yourself.

Fitness is a long term game and enjoying the process early on in your training is one of the keys to long term results.

I went on to share that I then doubled my training in week 3!

This now meant I was now running the big, huge amount of 1 whole kilometer!

WOW – this girl was on fire!

I knew deep down that the momentum I was building would steamroll into discipline. My body was feeling good from moving, my pelvic-floor was coping and my self-esteem was lapping up the wins that I was pinning on the board!

Starting small works.

It really does.

You just have to let go of your ego and let go of any preconceived thoughts on what starting back  means to you. Jodie's iphone 3295

Running 500 meters on that first day didn’t leave me all hot and sweaty.

But, it did leave me with spirits so high, and motivation on the rise with a wanting for more.

And that is where you win my friend.

That moment with yourself when you whisper…. “YES, I can do this!”

Yes. You. Can. :)

Jods x

P.S. If you want help starting your training again, then call me on 3252 7999 or PM on Facebook CrosssFit Zenergy.

 

CrossFit Zenergy Co-owner Jodie Hebrard

When things don’t go to plan….

Jods arrived

 

 

 

 

 

It’s ironic to sit here and read over my last blog post to you.

It was right before I set off for my NZ adventure…

Fear can be such a strong emotion and the more I’ve felt it in my life, the more I’ve grown to respect it.

And the older I get, the more I realise fear will never go away – it will always be there especially when I want to try something new, or do something again, that I couldn’t do the first time.

It’s a real thing.

But you can’t let it stop you – life is way too short.

Feel the fear and do things anyway, I say.”

It’s ironic, because Fear is exactly what I stared in the eyes in New Zealand.

The kind of fear that sets your adrenal glands to overdrive and makes your heart beat so loud that it pounds in your ears and in your chest.

If we haven’t caught up yet on my NZ adventure the short story is, I got a helicopter out of there.

The long story needs a few bottles of wine with you.

It was on the side of a Mountain that was covered in shale and no clear paths downwards that I felt this fear.  Slipping and sliding with my 16kg Backpack throwing my balance off and with rocks being dislodged – it was no longer an adventure for me, but a mission to get down to the bottom alive.

As I felt this fear I fought back tears and took deep breaths looking up to the sky….trying to find something to calm my nerves and give me the inner-strength to hold my shit together.

Losing my nerve on that Mountain was not an option as I knew it would lead me to freeze – where fear takes hold of you and turns into terror.

A girlfriend asked me recently about this fear… “When did it turn from normal fear to more than that?

I guess the real fear set in when I realised I had to get down to the bottom of the slope, but for the life of me, had no idea what steps to take and how to descend safely. Sliding down on my butt with my hiking poles to stop myself was the extent of my skill set.

There were no ropes, there certainly was no path to follow and flashes came to me of slipping and not being able to stop myself – not a pretty or confidence boosting picture to visualise.

Being in the moment, I remember thinking about my girls laughing and smiling and visualizing Tony at the bottom of that Mountain coaching me on (as he has done in the past with any outdoor adventures we’ve undertaken).

The feeling of isolation was heightened and being separated from them with no form of communication was very unsettling.

One woman was below me on the mountain descending and 2 others were right above me and we were all feeling fear in different ways.

My mind was racing with….“Get me out of here!” and with every step and slip we all made it down to the bottom safely.

Reaching solid ground was the best feeling ever and I had instant clarity with the fear I felt.

It was real.

It was something to respect.

And it highlighted the gross lack of my skills that was clearly needed to manage this terrain safely.

I no longer felt comfortable, I no longer felt safe and there was no question in my mind of just sucking it up and pushing on.

It was not a matter of toughening up.

There was real risk involved and I believe that being tough involves knowing when to call it quits.

It was awkward and uncomfortable to face the conversation of leaving and not finishing the adventure, but I knew that NOT speaking up was weak, so I did speak up and had conversations about options, opinions and the next (literal) steps moving forward.

There is one thing I am sure of and re-learned from this.

You have just got to listen to your gut and be brave enough to have those tough conversations.

Nothing worthwhile in life is ever earned from walking on easy-street.

Back yourself and your decisions.

Stand your ground.

Speak up.

Even when it’s uncomfortable to do so.

Jods x 

P.S. Nate is leaving in July for a l-o-n-g holiday without a return date so it’s a sad time as we get ready to say Bon Voyage to him.

To celebrate his awesomeness we are having a WOD Comp where you can train with him 1 last time!

CrossFit Zenergy Pairs WOD COMP!

  • Friday Night 3rd July
  • 2 events with a 5pm start for 6:30pm finish
  • Pairs event…so organise your partner asap!
  • Mixed, Ladies & Mens pairs
  • Age groups will be Opens, 40+ and 50+!
  • Hang around for the part after to celebrate Nate’s farewell!

Pop your Pairs Name on the Register at the Gym!