Sweating

September 24th 2019 Today I did two whole bits of exercise in one single day. And I did another bit of exercise last night too. That’s three exercises in 24 hours and not a single beer. I am doing well. I played football last night, and tonight, and at lunchtime I went for a run. It’s nothing like the level of effort I used to put into exercising, but it felt good to be sweating. That sounds gross but you know what I mean. Sometimes, it’s hard to tell whether I’m not exercising because I’m sad or I’m sad because … Continue reading Sweating

Puffed

July 15th 2019 Today I played football and realised that my base level of fitness is completely gone. I’m not a fantastic footballer, but the one thing that has always given me an advantage when I play five/six-a-side is that I can run fast, and I can run far. Well, I used to be able to. When everyone else was struggling towards the end of the match, I’d still be sprinting up and down the pitch, and that made me look better than I probably am. That’s gone now though, it seems. The reason my fitness has gone is that … Continue reading Puffed