Anyone who knows me can confirm what a sweet tooth I have. I love chocolate, cakes and sweets more than is socially acceptable – when I was six I asked my mother not to bother with the sponge for my birthday cake as I liked the on top and in the middle bits far more.… Read More Raw Coconut Flapjacks
Shots. Small innocent looking beakers of evil. I rarely start a night out with a shot of alcohol… they tend to come later on when poor decision making and tequila unite to override my brain. Subsequently, I don’t often start my runs with a shot of alcohol. If you do then you probably have some… Read More Sweat Glö Party – Glöanna 2014
Bootcamp. This less than innocuous compound noun seems to have entered our modern vocabulary with such ease that we’ve become immune to its force. If someone says they’re doing a bootcamp I imagine something between miserable-looking people doing push ups on Clapham Common and a Spa that is populated predominantly by scripted reality tv stars… Read More Barry’s Bootcamp, London
Exercising is hard. It’s a fact. Let’s be honest about this, the best bit of exercise is not striving for your goals, feeling the burn or sweating like a pig to look like a fox. No. The best bit of exercise is when it is OVER. The end of a workout is amazing because not… Read More The July Playlist
