AS I LAND AT PALMA airport, sheepishly clutching an empty chocolate wrapper, I am filled with trepidation about the fitness camp I have signed up to. I am a retreat novice and aside from the odd Pilates class, I am not what I would consider a gym bunny. I see sweets as fuel, drink wine most evenings, and the only vegetarian meal I regularly prepare is beans on toast or pesto pasta for the kids.
But after months of feeling flat and not “me”, I wanted to see whether The Body Camp could be the magical thing that will kick start me into taking on board better habits; or will I run for the Mallorcan hills?
Travelling down the dirt track to the stunning sandstone finca, my fears of a serious, hardcore boot camp are allayed as transformational coach Rick Parcell, with his crazy blonde hair and neon sweatbands, pops out from behind a giant dinosaur. High energy 90s tunes float on the warm breeze as I am led to the lounge to meet my fellow camp mates.
There is a diverse mix of all ages, sexes and backgrounds from mid 20s up to mid 50s, and thankfully most look as uncertain as I dostrangers who will hopefully become firm friends.
