Lagree Lungs and Late-Night Laughs

There are two versions of me living in London — and honestly, they’re both thriving.

The first version straps into a Megaformer at 7:00 a.m., armed with grippy socks and the kind of silent determination usually reserved for Olympic athletes. She shakes through Lagree lunges, core crushers, and those devilish “mermaid obliques” like her life depends on it. (Maybe it does — how else do you survive carrying four shopping bags through Soho?) She drinks her post-class matcha with oat milk, answers emails before 9:00 a.m., and briefly considers training for a half marathon. She is, to put it mildly, the moment.

Then there’s the other version of me — the party girl who emerges at sunset like a glittery little gremlin. She trades leggings for leather jackets and chooses cocktail bars over clean eating. Her cardio? Dancing until 2:00 a.m. at a rooftop party with a DJ whose name she can’t pronounce. Her hydration strategy? A rotation of espresso martinis and vodka sodas. She laughs too loud, takes blurry photos, and gives out endless compliments to strangers in the bathroom. She is, if you will, also the moment.

And the truth is: I love being both.

London is a city that demands range. One moment, you’re stretching into a perfect plank on the King’s Road; the next, you’re hopping in an Uber to Shoreditch wearing rhinestone eyeliner and a questionable pair of heels. Some people think you have to “choose a lane” — be the wellness girl or the party girl. But why limit yourself when life is so much more fun at full volume?

Lagree taught me how strong and capable my body is. Nightlife reminds me that strength isn’t just about muscles — it’s about memories, too. It’s about connection, confidence, and the kind of joy you can’t bottle.

My goal isn’t to be perfect at either role. It’s to live in the in-between: to hold a plank and a cocktail. To sweat with my friends in the morning and laugh with them at midnight. To honor every version of myself — the disciplined, the wild, and everything in between.

So here’s to Lagree lungs and late-night laughs. Here’s to sweaty socks and stilettos. Here’s to finding your balance, even if it means wobbling a little on the way there.

By Mia Gish and her AI superheroes