You know what’s enough to turn even the most hardened among us into a quivering mess? Tabata. It’s bloody hard work – let’s just get that out of the road up front. It’s four minutes of what equates to pretty much hell on earth, but also kind of fun in a sucky way (if you’re a masochist) and seriously good for you, for a bunch of reasons I’ve outlined just here….
While I was home a week ago (god, was it only a week? Feels like a lifetime) I did manage to squeeze in a few good workouts amongst the wakesurfing and reading and blogging and laying by the pool…. quite a few actually given I was only home for four days. But really, what good are holidays if you can’t use them to do a session or five? No good at all I tell you….