2017’S GOT MY NUMBER
Forget kale. There, I said it. If we were obsessed with anything this year at WH, it wasn’t our competing food strategies. It was stats. Up until 2017, you’d have been more likely to find a maths nerd at a Playgirls of the Playboy Mansion reunion party, but not this year. This year, we were all – as a collective – obsessed with numbers. And it turns out y’all are too. Heart-rate numbers. Step-count numbers. Stairs-climbed numbers. Hoursslept numbers. Wearable tech has meant we are now tracking everything. Even our water intake. Cue exploding wrist fireworks! I admit, with no small amount of embarrassment, that there are gasps – actual gasps – of delight when new trackers land for testing at WH HQ. We sport one on each arm to test the differences. We compare battery life like we used to compare boyfriends. And we watch our Vitality points-o-metre with the same level of eagle-eyed attention to failure as a professional athlete. Or a sniper.
Ironically, the fitness flip side to this supercharged obsession with charting progress, logging workouts and challenging mates is quite literally the opposite. Mindfulness and soul food practices, like yoga, have equally tapped into the 2017 zeitgeist. In fact, 2017 loved yoga so much that it kept dreaming up new ways of doing it... It was the year that kicked off with beer yoga. Dubbed by the Berlin hipsters who ignited the global craze as “the marriage of two great loves: beer and yoga”, it turned out to be harder than it looked. Try balancing a bottle of icy cold lager while you twist into Eagle and then tell me all about it. I’ll be the one with a glass of wine in hand, but tell me anyway.
Then along swept Harry Potter yoga – yes, it does exactly what the label says, sans actual wizards (I’m led to believe) – which is practised with wands and includes poses that have been Potter-fied (Tree pose becomes Whomping Willow... You get the idea). Wanna apparate immediately? I know Michelle October does.
And then... Then! Just when you thought this whole malarkey couldn’t get any more enjoyable, some smart fella in Oregon, USA, added goats. And the world. Went. Wild.
Who knew that practising yoga in the great outdoors, surrounded by adorable kid goats would be so genius? Oh, that’s right... Everyone. If only they had thought of it first! Our art director Michelle von Schlicht managed to sneak in a goat yoga class at Fairview Wine Farm, but the rest of you might have to resign yourselves to checking out the kilted yogis who broke the internet instead. Yes, yoga in kilts. Thank me later.
Get ready to party with us all through the festive season and into 2018! Fit Night Out is expanding, plus we’ve got sizzling WH Supper Clubs and a festival like no other, so watch this space!