Author: JoSentMe
fit and wild
I love Tara Wood – she is the woman responsible for what is going on in this picture, the creator of WildFitness.http://wildfitness.com She thinks we have all forgotten how to move naturally and wants to return us to our animal agility. When I first met her I told her I didn’t run…within 24 hours not only did she have me running but also pushing a wheelbarrow full of logs – up an alp! She was at the time holding one of her wildfitness weeks in the French Alps, now you’ll find her in Crete…but best of all at home at Watamu beach on the Kenyan coasts. This is where WildFitness comes into its own with the ocean, the beach, the jungle and a nearby mangrove swamp where guests (victims) of all ages, sizes and strengths are put through their paces. But it’s not total hell, there is some gentle yoga, hours lazing on the beach and great massages to soothe aches and pains. She will then of course lecture you on what and how you eat – but then she knows what she’s talking about. But then she is probably the fittest person I know, and also the woman with the strongest body! There are occasional wild days in London parks if you want to get a taste of what it’s all about…but it is difficult to beat the sun, the air and the space of Watamu. The holiday gets your head working as well as your body
spa drama
spa glamour
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frigidarium
I’ve never been really keen on icy cold water…like plunge pools, ice fountains et al…especially after I’ve just been steaming or sweating in a spa. Now I realise I’ve been conned. Have just visited Herculaneum, the town just near Pompeii which was submerged by the same volcanic eruption of Vesuvius, and seen one of the very first spas. The Romans practically invented spas (SPA even comes from the Latin salus per aqua, Health through Water) and when building them made one major difference between the mens and the womens variety – both had heat rooms, the tepidarium and caldarium, but the womens’ spas were minus the cold bath, the frigidarium. Now I will never feel guilty again if I don’t fling myself into a freezing cold bath or pool…
beds
You would think, wouldn’t you, that a massage bed is simply a massage bed. But surprisingly there is a world of difference from spa to spa – some are too narrow, some a little rickety, more don’t have a proper headrest, so you leave the treatment with a crick in the neck, while others are too high or too low. BUT I have found the bed to end all beds – at the Espa Spa at Gleneagles. This is the queen of all massage beds. It moves at a flick of a button – not just up and down, but it produces contours on which you can rest your knees and ankles while it can mould itself around your back and shoulders…and then when the therapy ends, it gently eases you into a sitting position. Best of all it’s heated…what more could any body want?
www.gleneagles.com/spa
are you sitting comfortably
There is really a market for everything. I have always found sitting cross-legged for relaxing or meditation very uncomfortable. I know I should ignore the pain in my ankles or the stretch in my thighs…but… I know all you need to meditate fully is to be comfortable, but by the time I’ve plumped the cushions, tried to align my spine and clear my mind I am invariably stressed and tense…and need to start all over again. But now I discover some clever, unstressed meditation master has devised the ultimate meditation chair – low, comfortable with a slight forward tilt to hold your spine in the exact position! If I get one of these then I am fast running out of excuses on not finding the right time, atmosphere, place to meditate. They tell me there is even a folding one in case I want to take it to the garden, the park or…(no, not the pub)
the best
I’m often asked which is the best spa I’ve been to…and it’s a question I can’t answer. I like one for its location (the foothills of the Himalayas), another for its programmes (the South Tyrol) and another for its food (Thailand). But the truth is it’s not the spa I rate as much as the therapists. People spend a fortune on the look, the decor, the flowers and the unguents when really, what matters, is the person who touches you. I’ve come across some truly talented therapists and quite a few dud ones. I’ll alert you to them as I go…
being good
I really, really want to be good and keep to the guidelines given to me at Viva Mayr – but it’s really difficult when travelling. I need to be wheatfree and cow’s milk free but try telling that to your Italian hosts as they serve two different types of pasta with lashings of parmesan. Even pretending to be a vegetarian doesn’t help, when you’re served that glorious Tuscan bread soup, followed by aubergine tucked up in a delicious cheesy blanket.
Of course I loved every minute of it but it is extraordinary how quickly your stomach reacts when, it too, is trying to be good. Back came the heaviness and bloating in an instant.
Ah well…worse things happen at sea…back to the ryevita and soya yoghurt in the morning…