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Hip-hop Yoga reworks classic and traditional yoga poses over hip-hop tracks. I was invited to a class earlier this week at Sweaty Betty Soho. Tapped Trees were hosting it and Emily was our teacher extraordinaire. There were also going to be little candles and fairy lights. Win, win, win.

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It took me a long time to realise that running more doesn’t mean running better.  And when I say a long time, I mean an embarrassingly long time. The first thing I want to talk about is yoga, something I only started to embrace and fall in love with this year. It’s as if instead of this year being the Year of the Monkey it’s actually the Year of the Standing Giraffe and Yellow Buttercup.

The names of the poses still stump me every now and again.

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Stretching is the first thing I do when I wake up. I always think ‘cat’ as I stretch in bed before getting up. It feels amazing and my body loves it. Yet as a runner stretching isn’t a priority. It isn’t even fun. I am trying to change my mindset but for a long time it didn’t even seem all that necessary. But it is – it is vital and so important. It is wonderful for your body and your mind.

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I think June in London is always damp verging on wet. As soon as the words ‘Glastonbury’ and ‘Wimbledon’ are mentioned it starts to rain or drizzle or precipitate in some way or the other. But to make things a whole lot better Create Victoria, in Cardinal Place just by Victoria Station are hosting a week of amazing fitness events to celebrate the start of tennis fever and the fact they they will be screening matches live (there will be deckchairs and bars on Cardinal Place’s roof). Called Wimbledon Workout Week, I was able to go to the first three days of events – a speed session on Monday night, dance aerobics on Tuesday, yoga on Wednesday morning and a tennis-inspired HIIT session on Wednesday evening.

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Recently I bagged myself a Hot Yoga Society 20 day pass after a one armed fierce battle with the troll that lives under Vauxhall Bridge. I was victorious and my prize was doing some of the sweatiest yoga I have ever done in my life and this isn’t an exaggeration – I was dripping in sweat and when I had to lift an arm or a leg I watched in fascination as it dripped onto the floor. This isn’t because I have never seen my own sweat before (I am very familiar with sweat) but because it looked like I was drowning without water.

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