Monday, August 04, 2008

Life moves pretty fast.....

As a now aging and paunchy Matthew Broderick once said. You ain't kidding, Ferris.

My annual leave whooshed past in two shakes of a lamb's tail and I returned to the office today, full of vim and vigour ready to take on the world. Had you going for a second there, didn't I? What actually happened was that I dragged my sorry depressed arse back out to East London and spent the entire day scowling at the computer screen, trawling through the emails that were clogging up my inbox after a fortnight's absence.

My break was good though - I did very little last week but did manage to exercise quite a lot to ease my angst over the forthcoming Nike 10K. I followed up a run on Tuesday morning with a bike ride in the afternoon - the first time I have been further than the post office on the feckin thing since I bought it in February. I managed a meandering cruise to the park and did a couple of laps - all was going well until I took a wrong turn on my way home and ended up on the main road. Cue pumping of legs and a look of sheer terror on my face as I got spooked by traffic, signaling, lights, junctions - you name it, it scared me. As a result I couldn't walk by the time I got back to the flat. I highly recommend it as a way of giving your legs (and heart) a good workout without even noticing.

On Wednesday I came out of retirement to find myself on a 5-a-side pitch for the first time since May 2001, thus finally giving my sexy 'gun-metal' Diadora footie trainers their first run out (following purchase in mid-March). The £12 proved well spent as I missed hopelessly with my first attempt on goal before slotting home my second into the bottom corner, to the mild complimentary murmuring of my team mates. Alas, things were not to go from strength to strength and this proved to be the high point of my performance, unless you include the 'shot' that cleared the boundary fence and narrowly avoided clocking a young netballer on the noggin on the court next door (see video clip of the incident, below).

Having followed up this punishment with a 6km jog on Friday, I'm not feeling in totally rubbish shape at the moment - despite the alcoholic battering I gave myself over the holiday. Bring on the 10K.


6 comments:

  1. Anonymous5:16 am

    try riding around Manhattan....

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  2. Anonymous5:17 am

    er, I wrote that. After a couple of bottles of red, so apologies for the anonymity

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  3. Anonymous1:45 pm

    Thanks for clarifying, thought it was one of my many other manhattanite readers... Have you actually ridden a bike then?

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  4. Anonymous11:23 pm

    almost every day, believe it or not....

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  5. Anonymous11:24 pm

    almost every day, believe it or not....

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  6. New york new york, the city so good they say everything twice. Good effort mate, i'm impressed! Haven't made it out of the suburbs on my bike yet.

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