Last week I joined a gym which was a very odd expierience surrounded by beautifully generic overly happy people and an incredible (read that as Bastard) salesmen I was sold and signed up for a 6 month membership, There was reasoning behind it, 2 months ago I signed for a football team, having spent the last 18 months running round a 5-a-side pitch like a headless chicken getting back into the tactical side of the game has been bizzare, pre season training, 3 touch games, complex drills but the one thing i'm struggling with is...FITNESS. That horrible little word that people obess and judge on, is for the first time ever taking control of me, I am now going to the gym, watching what I eat and hardest of all my flat has been turned into a place where no alcohol is being stored or consumed for the forseeable future or at least until there is another big night out.
It's good though as hopefully it means i will be fit as a fiddle in no time, back in the squad and fighting for a place in the starting 11.
Now Playing - Kasabian - Days Are Forgotten
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