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| That was the view this morning, from our exclusive, temporary yoga studio |
Members of the South Bank Centre were given privileged access to early morning yoga on the sixth floor of the Royal Festival Hall this morning. Our teacher was a smiley French woman called Aude. We did a lot of controlled breathing and hip flexor stretching, downward dog but with toe joints and knees flexed and a long, long standing warrior. It was an opportunity to consider posture, which is all to the good in a runner. For me, it was a far cry from the usual Tuesday circuits devised by Erik, which I think I prefer because it's so much easier to avoid navel gazing when you're desperately trying to fit in as many tyre slams/squats/vicious punches as you can . The lassitude of these sultry June days, when I should be proactivel seeking work, but just lick my wounds in the garden, by the pool, on the yoga mat is resulting in a severe bout of world-wearyself pity. I think it is deep, bone tiredness, and the thought of going off to the track to train now is not filling me with joy.
Go I will.
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