Still in love...

Without twice-a-week cricket training and matches at the the weekend, I need something to keep the fitness up, the weight-loss going and the beta-endorphins flowing - especially following the episode about to be documented in a backblip for the 8th of this month.

So. Rugby it is!

I retired from rugby three years ago when a chronic knee injury became too much and the intention is still that I won't play again. However I attended training tonight for the the first time in those three years and, well... I'm aching like buggery and during the session I frequently felt like by lungs were going to burst and my two pre-training bananas were going to make a rude reappearance; but fucking hell do I feel good!