For those of you have been following me over the last year, you’ll know that apart from my family and friends, my two great loves are cycling and yoga.
I have written about cycling quite a lot; training and scrounging for the London to Brighton in June, but I have yet to talk about my yoga journey.
Almost two years ago, I embarked on my first yoga class. Not knowing much about the practice, I sheepishly entered the class, proceeded to take a mat as so many others were doing and plonk myself down – in the wrong place, facing completely the wrong way. After my initial embarrassment and repositioning of my mat, the class started and my love of yoga began.
Until then, I had only found ‘sweaty exercise’ to be rewarding and was shocked to find that the practice really did something for me! I’d practised meditation and mindfulness before but combining it with the concentrated movements it helped not only stretch me, but also slowed me down, made me focus and helped my anxiety.
As well as weekly classes, I have taken part in a hot yoga class (which actually did nothing for me apart from making me feel a bit faint and self-concious!), partner yoga with my amazing teacher, Katie Winterton, got into online yoga with Erin Motz, Bad Yogi, met the awesome Goldie and even got 7-year old Dylan (AKA #OneLittleYogi) into it. I’m still a novice, but working on it!