Wednesday, 4 May 2011


Somewhat unbelievably it’s that time of year again. The sun is out, the ground is firm and my 6th consecutive Touch Rugby ‘season’ is around the corner.

Yesterday evening saw the final practice session (I’d missed the first two) before the league gets underway next week, and I was delighted to join the core of the team from last summer – this year going under the sobriquet “Wii Fat”.

An hour’s running around was a bit of a shock to the system, but it did feel as if my morning beach jogs in Florida and my subsequent re-discovery of the gym had paid off a little and (one or two wild passes aside) I didn’t entirely disgrace myself (well, apart from when I poleaxed one particular teen who had the misfortune to get in the way – never a good idea given the downhill momentum generated by my girth).

So, despite the fact that today my body feels as if it has been trampled over by stampeding buffalo, I’m hoping that regular Touch and the fact that I’ve (possibly foolishly) signed up for 6 weeks personal training at the gym, means that there is a serious danger that I might get reasonably fit this summer.

Stranger things have happened.

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