Hi guys! I’ve been back on British soil for 36 hours, and racing around like a crazy person before I jet off again to Ibiza tomorrow morning. I wanted to throw up a quick post before I left to recap my Montenegro trip.
For newer readers of the blog, you can see last year’s posts on Montenegro here, here and here. My father-in-law was born in Montenegro, which is why we go back every year. Plus, it’s gorgeous! We stayed at the same place as last year, but we had a better apartment this year.
This year, our trip was much more relaxed. Every day was basically the same: wake up, go to the gym or do a sandbag workout on our balcony, eat breakfast, play tennis, swim, eat lunch, swim and sun tan for 5 hours, go into the city if we felt up to it, and then eat dinner and go to bed!
I’m actually thankful we had a workout most days, because I would have gone stir crazy lying by the water all day!
I ate like a champion while I was away! The only demand my coach had made was that, under no circumstances, was I to lose weight while I was away. I ate so much food that my father-in-law called me a truck driver. Most days I would get two lunches for the extra veggies.
This was not a time for grilled chicken and broccoli – I had lots of pasta, pizza, steak and risotto.
I ate at least half a bread basket with every single meal.
And I had dessert every day, but more often twice a day.
The food highlight of the trip was definitely our authentic Montenegrin meal. Rob’s uncle lives in Montenegro, and he organised a lamb spit roast for us deep in the mountains. It was amazing!
My digestive system handled all the food, except a sketchy take-away burger thing I had. It did not like the booze I had though, so I kept the cocktails to a minimum!
I felt even more body confident this year than I did last year. Although Montenegrin women are beautiful and thin, none of them have muscle. I was proud to be the only woman with a squatter’s butt! Just goes to show you can eat like a pig and still love your body 😉 (Sorry for Instagram selfie overload!)
Training was a lot of fun! We found a hotel gym nearby, and did two pressing sessions there. The dumbbells only went up to 10kg, so I had to use the smith machine for most exercises. Oh, the humanity.
On the alternate days, we did a sandbag workout with squats, step-ups, chin ups, bag carries and sprints. We definitely got some weird looks from the locals, but they were curious too – I think I could start a strongman training business over there 😉 I don’t think the tough Montenegrin men would like their women lifting heavy weights, though!
And we also found some rocks by the side of the road to lift.
I kind of considered the trip an active deload. I wasn’t lifting as heavy as usual, but I was still working on technique as much as possible with my overhead holds and sandbag carries. I drastically improved my bag pick-up, so taking a week off wasn’t a completely stupid idea four weeks out from competition. In a way, my body still had a rest and feels recovered, which I think I desperately needed after hammering it for months on end.
I plan on training at a proper gym in Ibiza 2-3 times, in between partying and tanning. Ha. I’m working with my trainer twice while I’m temporarily in London, so this should almost be a normal training week. I’m back on Tuesday next week, when normal posting and training will resume!
Do you work out on holiday? When was the last time you took a deload?