One step Fitness

AWSOME turnout this morning for circuits and you all worked so hard but came out smiling. The stink in there was real but well earnt!! 😵‍💫 well done everyone for turning up and giving it your all xx

Qualified Hyrox coach working from GRIMS functional strength & Fitness Centre. Affiliate gym, all the equipment, great people - a gym for all fitness levels. Fancy giving Hyrox a go? Singles, doubles or Relays, Pro or Open, come and see what it’s all about.

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Came back to redeem myself from last year’s bonus five laps (didn’t order them, still had to pay for them). Yes, that was Open and this was Pro, but apparently the suffering is priced the same. To keep things interesting—and clearly because they heard I was coming—they tweaked the course just enough to make counting feel like advanced maths. Different ins, different points… basically a game of “guess your lap” but with sweat.
In a moment of what can only be described as questionable wisdom, I signed up for a solo Pro (last one of the season, go big or go home) and doubles with my partner in crime, Helena Yeadon from Manchester Hyrox. And this time… we had a time to beat. No pressure.
Race day checklist: nutrition ✔️ contacts ✔️ pickle juice for cramp ✔️ Helena giddy as a kipper ✔️
I had 1 hour 40 between races, which Helena quite rightly decided was far too sensible, so she suggested we ask to move one. The team at the stadium were absolute legends and shifted our doubles back 40 minutes—giving me over two hours between races. Luxury.
Off I went for race one. Ankle strapped up from a “what was I thinking?” moment a couple nights before. The sled and row? Agony. Counting? Going well… until run four, where I mentally left the building, forgot what lap I was on, and the board froze so I couldn’t even check. Ideal. Took a gamble, got a penalty for missing a lap (classic), but still finished two minutes faster. I’ll take that, thanks.
Also, shoutout to the wall balls judge—best one I’ve ever had. Honestly, could’ve done with him running it with me. Cheers, Mr Wall Balls Judge.
Quick turnaround: wipe down, outfit change, food, sugar, heroic swig of pickle juice—and back out with Helena. First lap: instant stitch. Thought, “this is it, this is where I simply lie down and become part of the flooring.” But no chance I was letting Helena down. Between my ankle and her lower back, we powered through and knocked 1 minute 30 seconds off our time.
Not even pretending to be tough—there were tears. It was done, and I genuinely have no idea how. Will I ever do that again? Absolutely not. Am I glad I did it? Also yes.
Helena was incredible, as always—every bit of her training showed. And to my husband, my biggest fan, who backs me every step (and probably wonders why I do this to myself)—thank you ❤️

So, the last 12 months: different courses, countless runs, all the stations, and a lot of lessons. Mistakes were made—some more than once—but that’s how it goes. I’ve gone from Open to Pro, gotten faster, gotten stronger… and still found new and creative ways to make life harder for myself. Work in progress, always 😅 …. and the pickle juice absolutely works btw 👍

So… a little rest now until October (read: I’ll sit still for approximately 12 minutes before getting twitchy) and then it’s time for a brand-new training plan.
As for my last Hyrox… who knows? I’ll be honest, the running and I are not on speaking terms—it’s a very one-sided relationship where it tries to ruin my life and I simply endure it. Maybe it’s time to defect to CrossFit?? Less running, more lifting heavy things and questioning my life choices in a different way. Sounds promising.
Truth is, I’m not chasing anything super specific—I just want to be the best version of me right now. Slightly stronger, slightly faster, and ideally less confused about what lap I’m on.
If anything I’ve done over this past year has inspired even one woman to get moving again, then that’s a massive win. And don’t worry—I’m not saying you need to sign up for a Hyrox (unless you fancy a bit of organised chaos). Just find something that gets you back into the gym, or into a sport you enjoy… or at least tolerate more than I tolerate running.
If you’re local, I’m based GRIMS Functional Fitness and Strength Centre —a place where everyone’s welcome, whether you’re just starting out or already smashing it. Passion for fitness is the only requirement… and maybe a decent sense of humour 😅

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And 2 podium flags become 3 👍👍

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Hyrox London Olympia - shared misery really is a beautiful thing.

This was a bit of a last minute ‘why not’ decision, inspired by a woman I met on the circuit last year. She is basically a machine, slightly faster than me and built like she could carry a small car around the course for fun. Our pro solo times are not too far apart though so I felt brave (or delusional) and agreed.
Post Glasgow I was still feeling reasonably athletic and still sporting a slight left over cough but nothing too dramatic just hoped the runs were easier this time.
What I may have conveniently glossed over, however, is that I had just returned from a very wholesome 10 day hiking trip in Scotland, lots of walking, stunning views … absolutely zero HIIT, so, no excuses but some very light beautifully presented context.
So I got changed. My partner who is a good 20 years younger than me is apparently sponsored by crop tops r us and rocks the look. I on the other hand was half naked with my shorts asking where my top had gone. On the bright side it seems that less fabric and more confidence found me a cleavage so all good.
I was basically deceased after the first run. Came out like a rocket, classic rookie error and spent until sled pull regretting it. Lesson learnt: I am in fact not a rocket. Normally in my solo’s i pride myself on consistent, sensible runs. This time I thought I would go a bit quicker because I get a break at the stations. Technically true but not enough to undo the damage I had inflicted on myself. I also didn’t account for my partner flying through her part on the stations leaving me in her dust because she too got a break. The runs eventually settled down and we flew through the stations. Next issue was dragging my partner away from the water station, honestly it was like she was on a hydration pub crawl, i half expected her to ask for a pint and a packet of crisps lol.
1,17!! Genuinely thrilled with that. Running in an age group ten years below me we came 8th out of 29. Massive shout out to my partner Clare - an absolute weapon who kindly dragged me to my limits and hovered there making sure I stayed uncomfortable. Truly inspiring 💕 1:15 next time Clare.
So the grand finale of the season will be Cardiff for my last solo pro and more importantly dragging my next partner in crime along for the ride for a doubles too. Enter Helena who started PT sessions with me to be able to complete a Hyrox. Fast forward and she has launched herself into training like it’s a full time job. After her last minute debut in Manchester she now has a benchmark to improve upon.
Summer’s lurking around the corner, so it’s time to break up with your sofa and come down to GRIMS Functional Fitness and Strength Centre where you can find what ignites your fire. There are also PT’s for everyone, whether you are curious about Hyrox, fancy throwing a punch boxing, need a bit of menopausal help or just want to be able to tie your shoe lace without getting out of breath. What are you waiting for?

So…. Full circle back to where it all began a year ago, Glasgow.
I woke up the morning after arriving sounding like I had done a duet with James Brown and lost. Proper chesty cough, zero sleep and feeling like I had been hit by a bus. Of all the days to feel inhuman, but not deterred I plodded my way over to the stadium.
Hopped on the rower to warm up and after 3 minutes I was beginning to question my reason for being here, puffing like I had just sprinted a marathon. Ever the optimist, my husband said to try the first run and see how I feel.
Set off knowing there would be no PB today, I just wanted to survive without dying dramatically on the course. Breathing? Optional. Chest? Tight. Dizziness? All over the gaff. I started and kept going, couldn’t stop once I had started just did what I could. By the time I had reached wallballs my legs were cramping on top of everything else so I walked into the station. Spoiler alert: that walk would come back to haunt me.
Got across the finishing line fully expecting disappointment …. And somehow landed a PB, not as much as I would have liked but will take that win. I missed third place by 12 seconds which was my approximate duration of my walk to wallballs. 😩
Turns out that although my running resembled a wheezy penguin, my stations were all faster than Stockholm (thank you training and my PT GRIMS Functional Fitness and Strength Centre). But hey, showed up, survived, PB’d and only slightly died. Some you win, some you lose, good races and bad races, but we continue on…..

Massive shout out to my ride or die crew at home 😍 all the patience that comes with me permanently at the gym - thank you. Big love as well to Grims Functional Fitness and Strength Centre and all the hero’s there, the people, the vibes, the “why did I agree to this workout” moments …. Unmatched.

Exiting news though, on May 1st, Grims is expanding, so if you are after a gym with proper community spirit, top-tier coaches, and more classes than excuses, get yourself down and have a nosey.