In Japan everything centres around food. I’m surprised people aren’t fatter here. I know I certainly got pretty jibbly jubbly my first year in Osaka; no beach, heaps of fried food, no manual labour. Sitting at my computer one afternoon in the office, I was taking a deep breath after a long day of teaching when suddenly the button of my Korean jeans shot into the air hitting the screen and ricocheting around the room. That’s how I met my yoga teacher and total awesome fitness dude at Gold Medal Bodies – you saved me Ryan!