Well not for me cos I keep blundering along the old painful trying to get fit versus beer consumption route but lou has got up to 9 stone in weight. For those attending fat club etc this may not seem a great achievement but I am seriously (tears in the eyes bollox) chuffed. Lou is still going through the chemo including the ice cap treatment which apparently helps preserve the hair but in reality gives you an ice cream headache and spikey hair like something out of the Iceage movie. talking of which I feel a bit like that rodent pushing his chuffing walnut around at the moment...
Anyway.... need to keep pursuing those that are yet to sponsor me and continue to ramp up the training. The bride is failing to appreciate the massive hours I need to spend refereeing for purely fitness reasons but these are the personal sacrifices us finely (hugely potentially) honed atheletes need to make.
About Me
- johntmatlock
- I'm 48, carrying a shed load of weight and married to Cheryl in no particular order of relevence. I have two boys Josh & Sam and a stepdaughter Bekah. All three are teenagers which makes life "interesting". The picture on the profile is of me on the edge of Ennerdale If you have read any of my blog you may have guessed by now I am seriously on the sad and illegitimate side of the coin. I follow Notts County (see its getting sadder) which is where I met Cheryl (much sadder)and we are frequently off round the country to watch them, spend huge amounts of money and generally make ourselves miserable. I also spend a lot of time refereeing (ultimate sad) football on various parks and grounds across Derbyshire. Cheryl lovingly (I think) refers to me as a vision in black nylon. We also support a reduced and ailing menagerie now only comprising two dogs. Home is just outside Matlock in a wonderful part of the country.
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'Finely honed athlete'.....
Am guessing you meand the secondary meaning of the word hone:
hone 2 (hn)
intr.v. honed, hon·ing, hones Informal
1. To whine or moan.
Hey, the fact that you are often in a huge amount of pain after your training sessions (I'm not talking about poncing about in black nylon on a football pitch, I'm talking about staggering 12 miles at the crack of dawn with a 2 stone rucksack on your back, dodgy knees and an even dodgier back) yet still you carry on, and none of us have any doubts whatsoever that you will succeed, says it all really.
xx
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