24/08/2026
What fitness means to me has changed over the years.
It’s not necessarily about having a six pack.
It’s not always about chasing PBs.
And it’s definitely not always about proving to yourself, or anyone else, just how fit you might be.
For me now, fitness is much more about what it allows you to do.
This weekend was a really good reminder of that.
Hiking up Pen y Fan, wild camping, getting out on the bike, covering plenty of miles and just spending a couple of days properly enjoying being outdoors.
And that’s the bit I think sometimes gets lost.
Being fit means being able to say yes to things.
To climb a mountain without dreading every step.
To jump on a bike and explore somewhere new.
To walk the dog for miles, swim in a lake, try something different or head off on an adventure without worrying that your body is going to let you down halfway through.
It doesn’t mean everything has to feel easy either.
You can still be tired. Your legs can still ache. You can still get to the top of a mountain blowing a bit.
But there’s a big difference between being challenged by something and being so unfit that you can’t actually enjoy it.
That, for me, is where fitness becomes really valuable.
It gives you more freedom.
More confidence in what your body can do.
More opportunities to make memories, explore new places and say yes to things you might otherwise turn down.
And funny enough, weekends like this are normally the things that make me want to train even more.
Not because I need to look a certain way.
Because I want to keep being able to do more.
That’s what fitness means to me. 🙌⛰️🚴♂️
