3Ness: Genesis
I often wander around the Sky grounds in my gym gear – usually by accident, else by sheer laziness – which sometimes leads to curious conversations started by men in suits or otherwise more appropriate professional wardrobe. One afternoon, while advertising Adidas over my assets, I was the one to start the curious conversation with two men talking about instructors. I was sitting on the table next to them, and knew them from a brief conversation we’d had two weeks earlier when they’d curiously enquired about what it was I did for Sky while wearing gym kit and spending afternoons on my laptop in the canteen. Within about thirty-two seconds of inarticulate gabbling I am sure I had convinced them I was quite mad, or at the very least, ‘special’, but this shakey start did not deter me from butting into their dialogue. I believe the correct term is ‘networking’, and it worked extremely well, because it turns out that one of the men, Paul, runs 3Ness, a company that delivers popular luxury fitness holidays.
My initial fantasy of becoming a luxury fitness holiday presenter in front of hundreds of people was swiftly punctured by Paul’s omission of the Les Mills systems from his schedule, but the weekends still sounded fabulous fun (I confess to a personality disorder whereby a vacation of relaxation by a pool is my idea of utter hell but kicking, punching, cycling and dancing my way through a break can only be brilliant), so I jokingly said that if I could come along for free, I’d write about it. I wasn’t quite sure what I’d write, or where it would go, but hey, details details. Whatever. What was jaw-droppingly surprising was that Paul said: you’re on. Which is why I ended up catching a train out to Nuneaton (nope, I hadn’t heard of it either. It’s Rubgy-way, which I can tell you because my iPhone is now connected to the internet, meaning I can be even more last-minute than ever but significantly less ignorant).
This is also why, instead of working on a script due in about 24 days, or a book that apparently needs to be re-written from scratch before December 31, or reading a friend’s manuscript that looks so good I may just give up writing anyway (she’s 16. It doesn’t seem quite fair), I’m going to spend most of this week blogging about 3Ness. Come along for the ride – if the idea of fitness weekend, luxurious or not, breaks you out in a cold sweat, you can at least experience it vicariously through me. You never know – you might even like it.
Oh, and there was a pool there, and I did take a token look at it – and then legged it back to Fit to Fite, yo.