Here I am performing a squat while holding my phone. I’m doing a squat (one of about 120 today) because I’m trying to ‘get fit’. Getting fit seems to involve doing things that hurt. Doing 120 squats did, in fact, hurt. I also perform a number of other hurty activities,
Here I am performing some leg raises. I apologise for this public picture of my chicken legs. I have been attempting to improve my fitness for a few years now. I get all enthusiastic, do some running, rowing or some other form of exercise, then get an injury and stop
In recent weeks I have started a bit of a fitness regime. I have been feeling my age for a few years, and while I didn’t really have to put much effort into staying reasonably ‘fit’ during my youth it turns out that you start feeling tired and energy-less when
So, it’s 2016 and I’m not getting any younger. The last few years have seen me display some slight signs of the impending decreptude inherent in the aging process, of which I am hurtling through at an alarming pace. I’m 46, and for the first 40 of those years I
Back in the day (and I mean way back) I used to really enjoy the odd day traipsing about in the hills with friends. I ended up lugging my (then) skinny frame around the Brecon Beacons during my RAF Trade Training and I’ve been known to visit Snowdonia and The
I would like to publicly announce the following: I’m a bloody idiot. I’m married to a nurse. Nurses know medically-related information about all sorts of afflictions and injuries. People should take notice of advice offered by said nurses. This is why I’m a bloody idiot. I have failed to take
I keep talking about improving my fitness and over the last few years I actually have done a little more exercise than I’m used to. However, getting on the cross-trainer every now and again really doesn’t count towards “getting fit”. However, I’ve found a little six week program that might
Well, all good things have to come to an end, eventually. It seems that my knackered old limbs are incapable of sustaining my inelegant lurches around the football pitch. I’ve succeeded in injuring my bad knee again. Thankfully, it’s nothing like as bad as last time, although I doubt that
I’ve been suffering with a very poorly left knee over the last few weeks after a small tangle with a burly Yorkshireman on a football pitch. It’s taken a while to improve, but the swelling is almost gone and I can bend my leg as normal, although straightening it provides
As expected, but later than I thought, I seem to have temporarily stuffed up one of my limbs playing football. Even during my younger years I seemed prone to hurting myself during various team games, especially ones that required me to run about and kick stuff. I play football on
I’m really starting to enjoy this footballing lark, even if I do seem to pick up a different injury every time I play. I’m still a rank amateur and one of the weaker players, but I think I’ve found my niche – right-back. In my youth I’d have never considered
Wednesday afternoons sees me lugging this old frame around a football pitch for an hour. You’d think that at 38 I’d have had a good bash at playing football but, sadly, I’ve never really played it for any decent length of time. I’m probably too old to start now but
