So this 600 burpees craziness all started with a training session in the woods that got cancelled as nobody fancied training in the cold and wet. So I decided to do a few burpees in my Mums garden instead. The first 130 were tough, I then got into a bit of a flow. Again I wanted to stop at about 330, but after 400 it was plain sailing. In respect to Rich Froning, all round bad ass and legend in his own right I considered doing 1,000 but I think I will leave that challenge until I am on a beach in Sydney! The result of 600 burpees on a Sunday morning in a cold back garden in Lincolnshire equalled one very muddy tummy and an equally muddy lawn!