It was a Saturday morning in February 2017, and for some reason that I can’t remember, we were doing a fancy dress BMF (British Military Fitness) session. It was cold but bright, and quite muddy.
I’d been out the night before, and was still feeling a little tipsy as I walked through town in my tutu for the start of the session . I knew a solid hour of running around the park crawling around in the mud would sort me out.
Fancy dress sessions were always fun, and despite being beasted by the instructors, we always had a laugh. I have no recollection of the specific actions that led to Nigel, in his spiderman outfit, crawling around on the floor on his hands and knees. It might have been part of an exercise, it might have actually been a rugby tackle from me to bring him down (I was one of those people that was more looking to have fun and joke around than be a super-serious athlete).
Seeing an opportunity, I leapt onto his back.
I heard a shout.
“RIDE HIM LIKE SEABISCUIT PAPS!”
I miss the Chelts crew and those morning sessions more than they know.