Wednesday, 11 May 2011
Painful to the Touch
I was around 9 or 10 years old and, after a week being bed-ridden with a nasty bout of flu, I spent a few hours charging around chasing a football with my brother at the rec. The next morning, however, I woke thinking there was something seriously wrong with my legs as I hobbled around in pain, a feeling that turned out to be nothing more than severe stiffness - much to the amusement of my ever-so-sympathetic parents.
I only mention this because the feeling of being unable to move owing to my muscles and joints having seized up in agony has become all too familiar.
As you might have guessed, last night was Touch Rugby night and, believe me, I’m paying the price for my efforts this morning. It was the first league fixture of the season and the Wii Fat team played reasonably well, running out 13-3 victors. It wasn’t all plain sailing though as the opposition were well organised and competitive but lacked the one thing that we did have – pace (not counting yours truly, of course).
For me it was a decent run out, but I soon discovered the limits of my fitness, blowing rather hard alarmingly early.
Plenty to work on fitness-wise, then – so my second personal training session at the gym with Cassius on Thursday is opportunely timed. Last week’s introductory session wasn’t too bad, but I haven’t been able to get to the gym since to back it up and I suspect that the next session could be very, very tough.
Still, as some idiot once said, "no pain, no gain". No doubt it will all be worth it on the road to building the perfect physique ;)