Category: Sport
Anyone who knows me knows I’m not a hiker; I’m a city girl. Yes, I love walking, and being in nature (to an extent), but hiking? Hiking is hardcore, and a certain catalyst for my irrational fear of uneven surfaces (walking through mud makes me feel like I’m want to …
I’ve blogged before at length about finding a healthy balance. Anyone who know me knows the various diets and fitness regimes I’ve tried. And I’ve tried a lot. The truth is, growing up chubby and then losing the weight in adulthood means that you have to be constantly diligent to …
I used to call these ‘Year in Review’ post ‘memes’. Not too sure why – doesn’t make sense in today’s age of the cat/internet/viral content meme. So here it is: simply, my Year in Review. It’s late for various reasons, not least that I was out of the country around …
I’ve been wanting to get more into cycling recently. I’ve been talking for ages about just hopping on a Boris Bike (AKA Santander Cycles; it’ll never stick) and get exploring some of London’s best cycling routes. That’s because I’m a glutten for punishment. Cycling hurts. I don’t have the most …
Working for a Japanese technology company renowned for its staggering array of ‘world-firsts’, I’m pretty used to neat, innovative kits from my overseas colleagues. It’s not with surprise then that I can say that the mighty Japanese inventors have done it again, but this time in the world of textiles for …
Designed to get self-proclaimed couch potatoes (or complete running novices like myself) up and moving, the free NHS podcast Couch to 5K is a damn good initiative. It’s free to download, and judging by the awful music that clearly didn’t require licensing, must’ve been dirt-cheap to produce. Oh, and in …
When I go to the gym my aims are threefold: get in, get out, and try not to sweat over a stranger. I’ve perfected the gym wardrobe to white trainers with pink laces (because I think I’m 10), a black vest (slimming) and purple ‘yoga pants’ (which fold over and …
We’re waiting in Vom 1. Months of early-morning dance rehearsals all come down to this. Immune to 80,000 noisy ticket holders outside, all we hear are instructions from Gina, our Manc director and segment chartist, on our in-ear radios. It’s 9.57pm on Friday 27th July 2012, and we’re about to …
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: years come in waves. Some high, some low, and some extremely rocky waters. This year has been a high, for so many reasons that I’ve unfathomably decided to do what I don’t usually: bear a little more soul for others to …
Almost a year ago to the day, I went speed dating at A Game of Two Halves in Bar Kick, Shoreditch, for no other reason than it sounded like a decent night out. With the night about to kick off again for a new season (too many football puns in that …
