On two fronts. This evening saw the return of football training and that of course means the dreaded pre-season. Full of fitness and running and more fitness, it was absolutely exhausting. I don't really need all of that for my playing duties but I took full part as I thought it would help my general fitness for refereeing. My Dad, (or 'Gaffer' as he shall be known as we are talking football), made us do ridiculous exercises topped off by what he called 'Ring of Vomit'.
Basically, there is a 30x30 circle and you're in pairs. One of the pair draws a number, 1 to 12, and runs round the diameter that amount of times. Whilst he is doing this, the other pair has to do a certain thing for the duration. So, Me and Mickey. He draws a number. I don't know what it is yet. I know I have to do squat thrusts but not sure for how long. Mickey sets off and you know what's coming. Yep, 12. Mickey ran 12 circles of 30x30, and for the WHOLE TIME, I was doing squat thrusts. Probably about 5 minutes.. Absolute torture. And to cap it off, I had to run 7 diameters myself soon after.. Apparently, next time, Gaffer is going to make the circle bigger as no one lived up to the name, and literally vomited. It was pure torture.
I did OK in goal in the little 6-a-side match we had after, but seeing as I couldn't feel my legs, I think that was a fairly good effort.
So, by the time we went home, roughly 8.30, I was in ruins. Knowing I had work at 10, for the first time in over a week, I wasn't happy. In fact, I was in a foul mood and drove to work in disgust and in pain. It took me a while to get into the swing of things and to get used to the usual weekly changes that occur and tonight was basically just rubbish. I was expecting it to be. I was glad to clamber into my car, get cramp, then drive home at 06.30. Glad to get cramp? No.
On top of my legs aching and cramping and being ridiculously tired, I have golf later. At least I was supposed to, until my back gave out. It didn't really "give out", but I felt a strong twinge as I was lifting a fairly heavy box in the warehouse, and it has been uncomfortable since. I can't play golf tomorrow which is a blessing really because I desperately need sleep. I've got 3 cricket matches this weekend, (I know... it was only a couple of weeks ago I was only planning to play 1 a week), but this week I will end up playing in 4. I just can't help it. I love the game.
Why am I bothering to talk to you when I'm stupidly tired and need sleep?
Bye x
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