Wednesday, 18 May 2011

What doesn't kill you...

Last week I was the victim of attempted murder.

Fortunately the perpetrator, masquerading as my personal trainer, chose an unusual modus operandi, putting me through a series of gruelling exercises in an attempt to exhaust me to death.

Surviving such a brutal attempt on my life has had its benefits, however, as yesterday I was able to gallop around the Touch Rugby paddock like a healthy young buck on acid. Well, maybe not quite like a young buck - more like a not-quite-ready-for-the knacker's-yard middle aged stag on sherbet lemons - but I was able to fully enjoy and contribute to Wii Fat's 11-4 victory in a fairly feisty encounter against the Tight Head Pops.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and all that...

1 comment:

Nursedude said...

I think when you get to be in our age group, I think we are kind of like sharks: We just have to keep moving-anyway will do-because once we stop swimming or moving, we sink. I think about this all the time when I see people much younger than we are who REALLY look out of shape. Keep on keepin' on, Flanker.