FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

Hey there,

Thank you for visiting my Facebook Page. Here is a FAQ post to help you learn more about what I do and what I offer.


What do you offer?

I offer Personal Training and Fitness classes to people from all walks of life and experience.

How much does it cost?

An hour PT currently stands at £30, and half hour is £17.50 although that is subject to change a little in December. I am also looking at just having a 45 minute option instead of 30 minutes and a 1 hour and half option and will update this when it is confirmed. Block bookings of 5 and 10 sessions will also be available at a discounted price.

Where do the sessions take place?

Sessions will be based at One Leisure Huntingdon gym on St Peter's Road, where I work full time as a Fitness Consultant, teacher and Personal Trainer.

What is your style of training, I don't like to be shouted at?

I like to think I'm lighthearted. I really enjoy teaching and building confidence in a client and I think the best way to do that is with compassion and empathy. I will push you all the way in a typical session but it will be done in a progressive, sustainable way that will build a foundation to work from. I am a natural joker at heart so you can expect quite a few laughs in between sets and reps :-)

What else do you offer in relation to PT?

If needed, a client will be given a program to work from according to their goals. Generally I want my clients to commit to doing their own sessions through the week, whether that's a gym session, fitness class or sport I don't mind. As long as it fits in with the overall goal then it doesn't matter. I will also provide nutritional help as and when required. Body stats and weigh ins will be performed when needed to monitor progression.

What are your rules regarding the actual PT session?

Ideally I like my clients to come in 10 minutes before the start of the session to warm up on a light piece of cardio kit, and to have a stretch. I like to get as much work in as possible during the hour so would prefer a client to warm up/cool down and stretch outside of that, however I am happy to do that during if the client requires it. 

What if I need to cancel a session last minute, will I be charged?

Sessions will be charged full amount if less than 24 hour notice is given. Block bookings are not refundable but in some cases can be transferred pending a consultation with the new client.

What's the first step to take If I want PT?

Contact me on my page or my personal Facebook page and a free consultation will be set up at One Leisure or somewhere convenient to talk about your goals and put together a plan of action.

What are the main benefits of Personal Training?

Personal Training can be a lot of things to people. It can be a social thing, an educational thing, an accountability thing. Some people like to do it to build self esteem and confidence, others use it as a tool to stay focused and commit ed to their own training. It is flexible, it can be anything to anyone as long as it works for you and your health.

What are the methods of payment?

Cash, card and bank transfer are all accepted. I will also accept magic beans in some cases.

Are there showering facilities available?

Absolutely, the leisure centre provides everything you need in terms of changing and showering.

Sunday League Football - A Magical Time

It's a real shame that most of us don't appreciate the good times we have when we are having them. It's one of life's tragedies that we are mostly unaware of how good they are until it's too late.  Personally, the days of playing Sunday League are amongst my favourite.



What could be better than going out the night before a game to Cromwell's bar (the pinnacle of Huntingdon nightlife) with your mates and getting off your nut. There was none of this, "better take it easy guys, big game in the morning" mentality that you mostly get with Saturday football, in fact it was the complete opposite. Who could get the most fucked up and still get to footy on time was the challenge.



When I first started playing Sunday's for the mighty Barley Mo pub me and the Tesco crew would finish work on a Saturday, shower, get changed into our boot cut jeans and baggy shirts and be propping up the bar by 8pm ordering our first round of shots. I know the kids like to venture out at midnight now but with us there was no time to waste.


Come Sunday morning the lads would slowly drip feed into the changing room (after waiting for Alban to get us.....he was and still is ALWAYS late) , have a quick look at the tactics board, (I'm being generous calling it that, it was a white board with the formation on) and then turn to spew into the nearest bin. Late night kebab rearing it's ugly head? There's nothing like a football changing room for banter and shenanigans. I miss that part the most.


One of the funniest occasions I ever remember was our goalie, Matt Ingram, staggering into the Mo changing room, looking at the starting line up and then going absolutely mad at the gaffer for benching him. Graeme had looked out the window when he was preparing the kit and seen Matt drinking in the car park on his way in. I don't think it twigged straight away but Matt was STILL swigging from the can of Stella as he condemned the apparent "injustice" to anyone who would listen. Makes me chuckle to this day at how angry he was.




Drunk but still had enough pace to round the rotund goalie..

Yes, imagine that, it's half hour before kick off and the 'keeper is still necking Stella and hadn't been to bed in 24 hours.  The manager would be crucified for giving him the nod! It's one thing to be hanging a little after 4 hours sleep, but no sleep at all? Even on a Sunday a certain degree of professionalism is required. I think Matt carried on drinking on the subs bench. I recall him getting a fifteen minute run out at left back at the end of the game.


Matt was also part of another stand out moment. A few years later he was the opposing goalie and a few minutes before kick off they realised that he hadn't turned up and they had no substitutes. . Instead of putting someone else in goal they ridiculously elected to start with no 'keeper as they had received a tip off that he was on his way. Just as the ref was about to blow the whistle to start I looked in the distance and saw Matt absolutely legging it towards us. "I'm here guys, wait a sec!!" he shouted, struggling  to put his gloves on. Unfortunately he was so puffed out from that run that I think we were two or three nil up after about ten minutes. At the end I asked him why he was late and he said, "I got pissed and fell asleep down the river." Classic.




clearly we won that one...

As for the game itself, I almost always played better if I was hanging. A good night out, a bit of a dance and a snog with some local munter (ahem...) and a laugh with the boys and I was playing with a smile on my face even if the legs were heavy. Any time I tried to prepare for any game by staying in and being bored and miserable usually resulted in a poor performance. The same can't be said for others and that was why we were known as being very erratic, one week beating the best and the next losing to the worst. The most important thing in those days was just having fun and playing a game we all loved.




You see, Sunday football had so much charm. On a warm, summer's morning there could be quite a decent crowd in attendance. On a Cold December morning there would be nobody but subs. Point is, you didn't care.  


You'd look at the characters lining the pitch and see a mixture of people. Dads with their young sons innocently teaching them about the game, the overbearing yob dads screaming at their grown ass son for hoofing the ball when he could have "squared" it, the group of girls who just came to perve on the better looking ones of us (it wasn't me), half time orange givers, first aiders (I laughed at that, it was some muppet with a bucket and magic sponge), and then the best one, the odd man standing on his own making notes who you convinced yourself was from a premier league club on a scouting mission!  One time I played a great game, scored two goals and had seen this man making notes for about 20 minutes. At full time I went over to him and jokingly asked if he was from Arsenal. Turns out he was from Huntingdonshire Council and he was counting how many pieces of dog turd hadn't been picked up by their owners. SEEEE, the charm of it. You can't recreate these moments. Never got a call from Arsenal.


Saturday football is more serious and involves quite a bit of travel. I used to love being home by midday on a Sunday but Saturday away games you wouldn't get in until 5pm. You really have to love it to do it. I only stopped playing last year and funnily enough have had one offer to play Sunday's again!! But I think it's about the people you play with over the years and it's just not the same joining a new side. I loved that about football, playing with the same lads you knew when you were 10 years old until you're in your 30's....that's pretty special.


With the passing of time the memories will become less vivid but I'm really glad they happened. At the end of the a long work shift now sometimes I think about these days and they make me smile. What more could you want?