After my first experience at a South American Crossfit I decided to test my luck out in Buenos Aires one more time (if you missed the last blog you can read it here). After a little bit of research and finding that there was a box about 500m away from where I was staying in Palermo Soho I ventured to Kasten. From the moment I walked in we (in true form I had to drag Alex along with me) were made to feel welcomed into the community. A warm up run outside around the block solidified that I was definitely in the right place.

What made Kasten different to Taluka? It was genuine and warm. The class size was smaller and the coach (bless his cotton socks and his attempts at English) helped us through the workout and technique. A drop-in session can go one of two ways 1) The coach won’t pay you much attention because he will only see you once or 2) He will treat you like every other person there and invite you into the community even if it is only for one day (thankfully this one went the latter).

The workouts were challenging yet achievable and two different variations of the WOD were given to the group; Crossfit or Functional. Functional was great for beginners and xfitter’s who didn’t have the full movements yet, it was scaled but still challenging. Kasten wasn’t a huge operation and you could tell that that they had a great little community.

Any gym that incorporates using the outside surroundings as part of the workout ticks my boxes. By the end of both sessions I was gassed, had everything I needed even some double under practice (and trust me, I need it).

My only gripe (and it isn’t even that big of a deal however affected my strength component of the workout) was that the rig could only be fitted with 2 sets of J-cups to make 2 racks. When both sessions were heavy back squats it meant that if someone had snagged these two spots I was left to clean the bar and then overhead it to get to my back squat. The second session I was unlucky enough to have to do this and while I love cleaning the bar, I don’t like when its the hardest part of squatting.

It was easy to train a few times in a city that I was in for a week, I felt settled and had somewhat of a routine (well as much as you can when you’re living out of a backpack and random hostels). The challenge would be moving on to wine country (aka God’s country or the locals call it Mendoza) especially after a 15 hour bus ride. The temptation of wine, good food and long days would definitely put my motivation to the test.



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