Look after your body. It's the only one you have

Thirty-six is creeping up on me like a dirty pervert in the night, and although mentally, I don’t feel anywhere near that age, good god is my body starting to.

Photo by Bruno Nascimento on Unsplash

I look back in envy to the days I was split leaping, cartwheeling and pirouetting eight hours a day at drama school - often with a hangover - with barely any issues. I’d fall asleep soundly, jump out of bed every morning, and do it all again with a huge smile on my face.

Oh how times have changed. Last week I put my b…