After a weekend of slobbing, I decided to go for a brief jog tonight.
Fifteen minutes later I was flat on my back on the living room carpet wheesing like Darth Vader with whooping cough.
The strange thing is that during five a side once a week I can manage to totter about for the full hour, sprinkling occasional bursts of speed into the performance. But due to the recent overcrowding of our five a side night (i.e. eight a side on a five a side pitch) you don’t exactly get any fitter because you don’t have to move much.
Looks like my master plan to get fit again this year may take a little longer than first thought… hmmmm.