Getting back into training after a few days back in the UK and a missed session or two is always going to be a sore one, add the all night session on the booze after Chase and Status at Ibiza Rocks and the task just got tricky. As luck would have it, this weeks Friday session is the ‘Circuit Of Doom’, dreading it could be the understatement of the year! Eight different exercises, one minute flat out on each with a minute or two break in between, this could get messy.
Yes you guessed it, it’s spin but in the pool! With specially designed Italian bikes, MWellness is at the forefront of keeping fit with their Aqua Spin classes and the essentialibiza team are about to feel the splash as Brian decides this will be our workout today. With a carefully chosen soundtrack booming out of the surround sound system, from requests we have been firing at him all week, we are good to go.
What better way to shake the cobwebs of the weekend loose than a gruelling boxing session at MWellness? I’m thinking a few hours on the beach might have been a much more attractive proposition but it wouldn’t have made us feel better, would it? Our training has gone up a gear, either that or we are getting less fit as time goes on. Friday’s circuits were painful, much more painful than the last circuits we did and as we start our warm up skip Brian informs us that it’s time to step it up a bit.
It’s not living next to Ushuaia, opposite Space or having planes pass 50ft overhead that’s keeping me up at night. Nor is it the tractor going up and down Playa d’en Bossa beach dragging the sand, the little bas**rd mozzy in my bedroom or the fact that as I write this I am in bed alone at 4am, bemoaning my lack of success on national threesome day. What’s causing my absence of somnambulistic activity is the f***ing dickheads in the nearby car park playing shitty loud music from their Opel Corsa, sitting on foldaway chairs even a fisherman wouldn’t be seen dead on, drinking warm supermarket lager, whooping and hugging each other like they’re in DC10. Not a cool thing to do when you’re 18 never mind doing it in your 30s/40s with the kind of self-satisfied smugness usually reserved for the more expensive table in Pacha. You aren’t in a club, you’re on the street next to a car that should have been crushed years ago so get a life you ridiculous, retard, inbred c**ts!
Just when you think that training can’t get any harder, Brian decides to step things up with DTP/ HIIT. As I write this I am struggling to type with the fatigue after the session so I have decided to use a blog Brian published earlier on the subject…
So February has flurried in – quite literally! With snow flurries all over Ibiza the first week of February… And it even settling in places! Whilst it may not be time to get your snowboard and salopettes out quite yet, it does show us that life is full of surprises!