I'm not a sporty person, you have to know that about me. At school I was crap at the egg and spoon race, skipping was a nightmare of bad co-ordination, near self strangulation and savage rope burns and I almost broke an ankle in a rather rough sack race event when two of the fattest boys in the class for twelve year olds fell over in front of me ( I was third from last anyway) and I went arse over juvenile tit and spent two weeks off school getting familiar with constant bags of ice cubes around my practically frozen purple and blue coloured right ankle. The two fat boys, Toby and Terry Jenkins just bounced away without injury. At senior school I cried off all ball sports, was terrified about vaulting the horse, and jumping hurdles. I refused to climb the rope ladders due to a terror of heights and more rope burns and the only sport I excelled in was cross country running. I was surprisingly good at this and loved to splosh through wet fields and hidden amounts of dog poo and run down country lanes in willy exposing shorts and floppy green flash tennis shoes. Nothing better than a scolding hot shower to ease those muscle aches and wash away the mud from my skinny legs. After school I got interested in cycling for fun and for a while followed the Milk Race and The Tour de France in the media if not on my bike itself.
Then the seventies arrived and me and mate enrolled in a Shukokai karate class for a while because we were big Bruce Lee fans and couldn't find a Kung Fu class in Derby at the time. We lived, breathed and idolised Bruce Lee and loved to watch the TV series, Kung Fu, too. The karate classes were physically tough and we didn't stay long. At home my Dad suggested I use his abandoned Bullworker to build up some muscle. I over did it and put my back out for the first time in my life.
|Crossing the channel|
|hmmm, sexy shorts.|
Today I have been amusing myself by taking photos and thinking up ways of exercise that I could adopt to get myself fitter.
|indoor running on the spot|
|Skate boarding! This is the shot seconds before I fell off the skate board.|
|Men's Health magazine exercises|
|barefoot wet rocks walking|
|dry land swimming|