OK guys. I’m not normally into The Bachelor or The Bachelorette, but given that’s it’s pretty much impossible to live life without seeing it plastered across social media, television and news sites (can someone please explain that one?), I’ve decided to embrace it… sort of.
The world is obsessed with butts.
To be fair, butts (or glutes, as would be a more anatomically correct name for them) are a pretty impressive little piece of machinery, putting in the hard yards to keep us moving day in and day out. Running, jumping, walking, swimming, lifting, pushing… whatever movement you’re doing, chances are that your glutes are involved. So it almost goes without saying that if you want glutes with maximum functionality (that also look great in a pair of jeans) then you need some squats in your life.
Sometimes, life throws you a bit of an unpleasant curveball, and no matter what area/s of your world it impacts, if you don’t look after yourself it can really knock you for six. So what should you do when it starts to feel a little like LIFE: 1 YOU: 0?
Two years ago I put together the first of my online fitness challenges. It was called the 28-Day Abs Challenge, and to this day it remains one of the most popular things on the LGF website. The only thing is that it’s now a little… clunky. It ran over four weeks, as six separate posts and, well, it’s just not exactly the most user-friendly thing out there. And what does that mean? Well Team, it’s just had a makeover.
You eat a healthy breakfast, you’re up to the task of choosing a nutritious lunch and dinners? They’re a walk in the park. So why oh why is it so difficult to find a snack that’s healthy AND fills you up?
When I first started seeing Karn, one of my favourite things was the adventure dates he would plan for us. It was such a nice change from the old meal or drinks-related date ideas (although we’ve had a lot of those too!) and a really great way to get to know each other outside of the ‘usual’ date situations. It was also an excellent way to test whether he was brave enough to tackle my overly-competitive nature. [side note: thankfully he was.]
I don’t know how it happened, but the City2Surf is only five days away. Given that my preparation in 2016 has consisted mainly of eating croissants and ice cream in Paris and drinking hot coffee/chocolate/tea/anything-to-keep-warm in Iceland, I have a feeling this is not going to be the year I set a PB. In fact, for the first time in a long time, I’m mildly concerned about making it to the finish line with my body in one piece.
In case you missed my Instagram bragging, I’ve just come back from an incredible trip to Iceland and Paris. And when I say incredible, I mean I-N-C-R-E-D-I-B-L-E. Iceland is the most breathtaking country I could have ever imagined… actually scrap that, it’s far more than I even had the capacity to imagine. To give you a brief example, at one stage we were driving along the highway, with the ocean on one side, lava fields on the other, and a glacier behind the lava fields. HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE? And Paris, oh Paris [insert love heart eyes here] well I’d go back in a heartbeat to wander those cobblestone streets if I could.
In case you missed the memo, winter and I are not friends. Frankly, I see winter as the Joker to my Batman, the Voldemort to my Harry Potter, and the Donald Trump to my every-intelligent-human-on-earth.
In exactly three more sleeps, I’m off on holiday for 16 glorious days. I am so incredibly excited that I have to physically restrain myself from going to the airport right now. First stop is Paris, and after a couple of nights there it’s off to my new favourite football nation, Iceland. Bring. It. On.