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