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Day 163
Yoga, like dedicated and thorough stretching, is one of the recovery steps a runner knows she should take, but never seems to find the time for. To do both properly, you need an instructor to guide you. If that instructor is conscientious enough to actually manipulate your knackered limbs into the right angles, and check your wonky hips are in alignment, all to the good. Today, at the South Bank Centre, there was a yoga class as part of a week-long Indian Festival. As a member, I had priority booking. So glad I made it my priority. Our young instructor was from YogaBliss. The routine we did with her was just what the physio ordered - bliss. Best of all, while we were in some sort of corpse pose, she came round to massage our head and neck with gorgeously scented relaxing oil. I was in heaven. Paradise would be a session like that, every night, before bed.
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