If there’s anything that’s going to get me up at 5 am and travel down to London it’s a sunrise yoga class. There’s something so primal and energising about starting the day by moving and waking up your body after 8 hours of stillness. A couple of weeks ago I was invited to the achingly cool Eccleston Yards to take part in the lovely Phoebe Greenacre’s yoga class with Silou London and I jumped at the chance.
It was a beautiful crisp, sunny day and I admit, I was a little nervous to dip my manicured toe back into an hour of tree poses and downward dogs after a long hiatus from yoga. In my head I’m a calm, balanced and all-round zen person but in reality I’m a multi-tasking, on-the-go mess! Being a bonafide yogi who meditates over their morning matcha and stretches their way into bed at night is a goal I haven’t quite met yet but one I’m constantly striving to move towards. I find myself envious of those who have their wellness practises nailed – who listen and respond to what their body needs and as a result are super focused and energised.
Fitness has been a big part of my life over the last decade and while I confess that running and the light weight training is my go-to to stay lean and empowered, there was a time when I opted for bare feet over my beloved Adidas Boosts. While it wasn’t sunrise yoga, a mid-afternoon class three times a week was my secret escape amongst a pinging inbox and a diary of to-do’s. That hour in the day was mine and mine alone – a total distraction from the whirling thoughts going round in my head and I was hooked. I conceded to the fact that running was for generating ideas and yoga was to detach from them.
But over the last 2 years yoga and I have been estranged. In 2016 I was ‘diagnosed’ with hypomobility in my neck which meant that I started to become injured a lot and poses that put additional weight on my shoulders became painful for weeks. I spent more time resting than planking and it became clear that yoga was doing more harm than good. Reluctantly I stowed away my yoga mat and spent the next 18 months building up my back muscles to stabilise my joints and thankfully I’m starting to come back to the workout I’ve missed so much.
Phoebe’s class was exactly what I needed to ease my way back in. Clad in our new Silou London kit (seriously, if your workout wardrobe doesn’t include it, check it out, it’s THE most flattering collection) we created a little piece of calm, literally in the middle of the bustling city around us. While the capital stirred and commuters joined the daily rat race, we breathed deeply, let go of those niggling thoughts and let our body warm up for the day.
Although I didn’t know any of the girls in the class there was a silent solitude amongst us – an unsaid sisterly bond in our sunrise yoga that allowed us to feel completely comfortable where we were. As nervous as I was about summoning up the energy to exercise, I strangely felt completely calm and utterly buzzing for the day ahead all at the same time. Afterwards we refuelled, shopped the new collection and went about our day with a deep gratitude and a slight smugness that we’d achieved so much from the day already.
Without so much as an ache to speak of, I feel like mine and yoga’s on-again-off-again relationship is headed for a reconciliation…
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