As Run-Riot's resident narcoleptic, it's taken me a few months to actually get my arse along to Morning Glory, despite it being held in Village Underground, right below our tube-carriage offices. The 6.30am start time terrified me somewhat, but it turns out you can rock up anytime til 10.30am when they pack up.

A couple of time-keeping tips for freelancers- do not rely on your boyfriend to remember to wake you up before he leaves for work. Do not underestimate the difference early morning traffic will make to your journey if, like me, you usually leave the house after 9am. 

Entering a club in the middle of the day is a bit surreal- kind of like being in school outside school hours. It's a bit illicit and exciting. Perhaps I'm showing my age, but being greeted with smiles and a bottle of coconut water feels preferable to negotiating your way round puddles of sick and past a grumpy bouncer on your average night out. In fact, the whole affair was infinitely superior to my recent clubbing experiences. It feels kind of alien to be in this social situation with strangers and dancing and no pressure to be getting drunk. It's a revelation. I'm dancing around and my feet don't hurt from being in heels or having been standing up all day- I'm fresh and alert and actually bouncing around to tunes in a way that's usually reserved for the confines of my flat. Our culture has got to this weird place where you only really dance with people when you're a bit hammered. Either that or you're in a dance class and it's all a bit formal and disciplined. There are exceptions of course (the swing-dance community springs to mind) but in general, outside festival season, there aren't many places you can just let yourself go and bust a move alongside entirely non-judgemental fellow groovers.

Honestly I think Morning Glory is more than just the latest fad, this is something that actually addresses why we try and force so much fun into our evenings. As we work increasingly long days, for earnings that aren't rising as much as inflation and the cost of living, we try and cram as much recreation as we can into evenings when we are actually already exhausted. And so people turn to booze and drugs to get them through and give them that funtimes hit. Which ultimately only ends up in a vicious circle of exhaustion and poor health.

Morning Glory is set to break the cycle- reclaim those early hours, sort your breathing out with some yoga, indulge in a massage from one of the therapists on hand, get your fruit and veg hit via a dedicated smoothie bar and then binge on a bunch of endorphins whilst you work up a sweat to your favourite tunes. 

Morning Glory founder Samantha is an unmissable presence at the events, bouncing around on stage with her fellow glory-pushers; a crew robed head to toe in PJS, boxers, dressing gowns and other early morning attire.

I think I assumed that a lot of the crowd must be freelancers- throwing themselves into their moves and expending some serious energy, but secretly about to head home for a quick lie-down.... But when I later checked my facebook page, I saw a number of my friends with 'proper jobs' had been there, crack of dawn, and on to the office by 9. Respect.

A couple of things to bear in mind- this IS held in a club, not a gym, so there aren't showers. There is a lovely 'freshening up' area with wet wipes and scented tonics and creams etc but if you don't like you're washing to be too reminiscent of Burning Man, you might need to leave in time to grab a shower before work. Also, if you CAN stay til the end of the morning, smoothie prices are reduced in the last hour, so get that five-a-day down you before elevenses.

The next Morning Glory is 25th September, tickets here. Morning Glory founder Samantha is also offering people 'a natural way to fly' via Hummingbird, launching at Over the Moon festival, 13th-15th September.