Personal Training with Nordic Balance

Nordic Balance
It started with an Instagram*.

A little over one month ago I agreed to join a beloved friend at next April’s Tough Mudder when we ventured out on a muddy run in the woods. Because 12-mile obstacle courses are a sensible challenge to accept for someone who primarily dances and shops for exercise.

A week after ‘training’ started (read: running myself exhausted and berating myself for doing lady pushups), I bit the bullet and signed up for the Summer Body Blast at Nordic Balance.

Located in the luxurious side-streets of Piccadilly Circus, Nordic Balance was not only an unavoidable stop for my Soho-based meeting days but a beautiful one. The building used to be home to the Earl of Kent but now hosts fully equipped weights and cardio rooms, a swimming pool with jet-stream technology, a jacuzzi, sauna, treatment room, stretching area, and the oldest squash court in London.

For Summer Body Blast, my initial 360 degree assessment used medical grade testing equipment to measure key metrics like hydration, water retention, muscle mass, fat mass, metabolism, and stress levels to assist in personalised goal-setting.

The next three weeks of training – with the scrupulous but delightful Alessandro – were a muscle-flinching blur. For the first time ever, I knew I was being pushed to my physical limits; the high intensity sessions (45 minutes, three times a week) were challenging in the most literal sense.

Then again, I got out what I was forced to put in. With the programme’s added bonus of a weekly sports massage, I started to feel fit. Really fit. Fit enough to jump a rope without a bounce jump, fit enough to run up the stairs at Leicester Square, and fit enough to crush a set of proper pushups.

This may only be the beginning but I imagine I’ll look back at this blog come Tough Mudder with extreme gratitude towards Nordic Balance’s expert building blocks.

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Learning to Swing Dance at Old Bengal Bar, London

old bengal bar swing dance
I’ve wanted to learn how to swing dance since the day I discovered swing dance. In fact, I’ve wanted to learn everything I possibly could about the 1940s since that fateful, patriotic watch of Hellzapoppin’.

My long-awaited introduction took place at Old Bengal Bar over the weekend and the whole evening was a leg-kicking, hand-clapping dream.

Until the 29th of August, Fridays and Saturdays at OBB are a living, breathing ode to be best of retro Americana; swing dancing classes with Swing Patrol, Philly Cheesesteak sandwiches by The Liberty Cheesesteak Company and swing-themed cocktails from the Old Bengal Bar themselves (the Swing Out – El Jimador Blanco, St Germain, sugar syrup, lemon juice, with fresh raspberry, blackberry & mint – is a thing of perfection).

For two hours a welcome mix of lindy-hopping noobs and swing dancing pros mingled, learned, drank and danced, only stopping to refuel on original, Liberty Wiz-packed cheesesteaks (wit’ onions or it doesn’t count). I’m not sure I ever felt so proud to be an American. But that may have been the Swing Outs.

old bengal bar swing dance
old bengal bar swing dance
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What I Wore – Peekaboo Bow

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I often find myself drawn to specific colours. For the last few months that colour has been peppermint and it has become obvious in everything from my car choices to my lingerie drawer.

My favourite peppermint purchase, in fact, has become the Starlet set from Freya Lingerie; especially when paired with their sumptuously slouchy, fringed tunics (their fashion offering is as luxurious and tactile as their renowned bedroom selection).

What I Wore:
The Starlet Peppermint Plunge Balcony Bra from Freya
Festival tunic from Freya
Blue handbag from Radley
Suede and pearl heels from ASOS

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peekaboo bra
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