A little warning: it’s not exactly rare for me to swear on this blog, but as this post might (I hope) get found by people not familiar with my writing then please take it as read that there are some words you probably won’t hear your nan say. Unless she works down the docks. It is August 1992. I am …
Finding your motivation
Wait, WAIT. Don’t panic. This isn’t going to be an instructional post about how to find your motivation. Because frankly, I couldn’t tell you. And I wouldn’t pretend that there is some magical ‘one size fits all’ solution for making exercise a part of your life, making it something that you just do and enjoy. I’m 42 years old and …
The art of doing fuck all
RIGHT then. I am rolling up my sleeves (figuratively). I am cracking my knuckles like Bruce Lee before he fights Chuck Norris. I am PREPARING. Preparing to smear some more verbal effluent directly into your eyeballs. It’s been a long time. Doubtless my regular readers have deserted me, and who could blame them? ME, and in a very DIRECT and …
Don’t call it a comeback – I’ve been here for years. I actually have been here for years.
Eh? Eh? EH? Bet you thought I was dead, eh? THINK AGAIN. Want to know when I last actually sat down and tried to write something for this blog, do you? DO YOU? Well it was over a year ago, as it happens. I think (in fact I know, because I just checked) that I managed to squeeze 300 words …
How serious am I about Freeletics?
Wotcher. You may be pleased to hear that this week’s post is not only a bit less vitriolic than last week’s, it is also shorter. So that’s a bit less of your life wasted reading this bollocks. You’re welcome. As I write this, sweating after an yet another no-starred Atlas (I am shaking my fist at the Straight Leg Lever …
The punishing tedium of injury
So… [drums fingers on table] Erm… I… Er… Well. Difficult post this week. A couple of days late as well, thanks directly to the fact that I sat here for about two hours yesterday unable to put fingers to keyboard. The problem, as you may be aware, is that this is a blog in which I talk primarily about Freeletics. …
I’m 40. It’s time to start behaving like a sensible adult
So, 40. The big four-oh. Middle age. Is it middle aged? I don’t feel very middle aged, as you can probably surmise from the above photograph. It was taken on Saturday night at about 2am, on the evening of my 40th birthday. (I should point out that it was also my wife’s 40th birthday, since we share a birthday. She’s …
Freeletics Week 12 and the joy of having somebody to talk to
Okay, I don’t mean having somebody to talk to in life generally. I do have some friends, you know. (And they are friends; the fact that almost all of them are life size cardboard cutouts of famous female actors is neither here not there.) No, I’m referring to having somebody to talk to about Freeletics. Because the thing is, you …
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