Rugby fun. The three programme

Hello again!. Hopefully you have been keeping up with this blog because we are at the last part of the three programme, the rugby training ⭐. Unfortunately, 'Kia' wasn't in again, as she was ill, however that day I was a pro and told myself not to worry about not having a partner, and that it would work itself out. Now, if your sitting there thinking, "does this girl not have any other friends?", the fact of the matter is that I do, but some were in other classes, and my two pals, 'Shasha' and 'Luke' were going to be partners, so there was no partner left for me.

Finally, after a couple of classes, the art/pastrol care teacher came to collect us, although this time around, we'd be going up to my school's main building to use the vast pitch. A famous rugby players father would be teaching us. He was not a complete stranger although, as he had thought us for a few weeks back in fifth class, two years ago. 

I walked with Shasha and Luke ( not their real names ), into the felid. The sun was shining and it felt heavingly, well apart from the stinging sensation it provoked on our eyes. There was a great greeting, and then the sounded the purge alarm. ( Not literally, he just told us to pick partners, and it felt as bad as it would feel if the purge alarm actually occured, a comparison if you may ). 

We had to choose a partner. "Get into pairs" was the exact sentence. I was so nervous but luckily a girl called ' Grace' ( not her real name, it's a fake name for her for privacy ), rang out the bells of heaven with a sentence "Does anyone not have a partner". And then she noticed me. And long, story short, we became partners. 

The first excersise was to pass the rugby ball to your partner without it falling, and see how many times you could do that for. 

Then, we had to stay in a square, ( it was roomy not cramped) marked by cones and pass the rugby ball to random people. But here's the catch, we had to call out the person's name, and do a random excersise before passing the ball to someone. This went on for a while and the excerisses were changed every once in a while.

Next we played ' bulldog'. Where three people would be the 'bulldogs' and have to catch the others who would be running to get behind the other cones on the other part of the pitch. We played a few rounds and I totally enjoyed it!. 

Then we played someone I hated, there would be a separation of two teams. Your partner was on the other team. You would face each other. Each pair were assigned a number. Me and ' Grace' were number eight, the last number. 

If he called your number, you'd have to run to a fine then to another cone, whilst your partner ran to their cones. There would be a Tema that had to prevent the other player from scoring by taping them three times with their rugby ball, I was usually on that team.

When the day wrapped up, I spoke with 'Shasha', 'Luke', and another guy I'm friendly with, let's call him "Mark" for privacy reasons. They all had their individual parts to say about the experience. Personally I got hit in the face with a rugby ball and was swearing madly, but I loved the activity, and he might be back in April!.

The three programme was amazing!. 

Circuit training. The three programme

Hi again!, I hope you are all having a wonderful winter!!. Christmas is just around the corner!, what are you asking for this year?, and what will you be giving??. 

Anyways, let's get started with today's blog post 😁. 

If you haven't already, I would peculiarly advise for you to read my blog post, ' my marcial arts class, the three programme ' as there might be a few slight spoilers.

I did not mention in the previously mentioned blog post, however these random one-class activities, were part of a three-part programme. Basically, the art teacher in my school was leaving soon, and as a kind result, she contacted my countys ' county council '. It was a voluntary thing, as far as I know and understand. Every Wednesday instead of doing pastrol care, (  the art teacher was also the pastrol care teacher ), we would do an excersise/activity. The last week, it was marcial arts and that week it was circuit training. 

We pilled back into the homely hall with a spring of confidence, and a wave of familiarity. This time unfortunately, 'Kia' was absent. So, when assigned to form small groups of three, I was delighted when let's call him 'Luke' ( not his real name), and 'Shasha' (not her real name) offered me a chance to join their group. I had spoken a few times with them, and they were very friendly and caring.

There were six stages, each entertaining. My group started at a stage with heavy sports balls and orange cones. We already possessed a clear understanding of the stages, as we were given a quick demonstration. 

We lifted up the balls over our heads and dropped them down abruptly, as instructed, they landed with a huge thud!!.

The next stage was frantic!!!. We had to do pull ups!. It was not my favourite point, however I was decent at the excersise, so pride made me relax a tiny bit, a good outcome.

Eventually we wounded up at the third stage witch was to rather complicated. There was a mar with feet marks and a thing on the middle of the mat. Basically, we had to jump over to the other side on the foot marks 👣. I enjoyed this, but it was rather tiring!!. 

Moving forward, we moved to the next stage, witch is kind of difficult to explain. We had to get on our hands ( basically a push up pose ), and walk in to our stomach, then jump up. This was again another tiring activity.

Finally we got to my favourite stage, the 'mountain walkers'. There were yoga mats, and we would basically do the same thing as the previous stage, bar the jumping. 

The last stage was simple, just a few jumping jacks. 

I loved the day's work, even though I was burned out afterwards!!.