Wednesday, 8 August 2007

Train crash

Ouch.

Lulled into a false sense of security by how I managed to cope with last week's session, training last night was a major shock to the system. They certainly upped the ante and it was hard - very hard. Whereas last week there was semi-contact, this week it was much more full-on, driving hard into pads and plenty of rucking and mauling practice which just sapped the energy out of me and left me battered and shaky. We finished with a full contact (albeit at walking pace) opposed session, and by that stage I had nothing left to give.

In addition I now have bruises on top of last week's bruises, my shoulders and back are in agony, I've a partially sprained wrist and a smashed-up ego. It was certainly a reality check as far as reviving my playing days goes - especially as I've been diligent in getting down to the gym at least 3 times a week.

Nevertheless, half an hour in the clubhouse afterwards, talking rugby and supping a beer, made everything look a little rosier and, despite my exhaustion, I departed having given my contact details to the bloke running the Vets team.

I had planned to go along again tomorrow (Thursday) to keep up the momentum but I'll have to see whether my aches, pains and strains have sufficiently subsided before making that call, but I'm very aware of the fact that I go on holiday at the end of next week which makes the need to get fitter all the more pressing.

Blimey I hurt.

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