I used to look at myself and think: “what the hell are you doing?” Never knew what I wanted, where I was going or more so where I wanted to go. Only ever knew which London bar I wanted to hit at 3am on a school night. So 4 years ago I packed a rucksack and buggered off for 3/4 of a year travelling South America. Spent a lot of time on my own. All-be-it lying to fellow backpackers now and then to get that alone time. But cracking on in the likes of Patagonia and the remote parts of Southern Chile, there isn’t to much hustle and bustle to be had. Compared to London anyway. Had to be alone. It wasn’t until my little arse did that-that I knew what I wanted, aside from a proper cup-o-tea and a protein shake at the time. I mean I still don’t know what I’m doing, but I do have a pretty rough idea of where I want to go. And I put it all down a backpack and being alone (and a bloody TRX!✌🏼). . One thing hasn’t changed 😑, I’ve still got chicken legs 🐥. However, just developed a new #TRXlegs workout plan. Putting it to the test whilst living at the foot of a volcano in La Fortuna, Costa Rica for the next month. Maybe there’s hope yet. . . #backpacking #costarica #functionaltraining (at Museo de la Revolución) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByODXFlhROt/?igshid=nc6y2r6zerbb
