Yesterday was supposed to be the 'Great North Swim indoors' i.e 6 kilometers in pool under two hours, to justify the money sponsors have kindly donated and eradicate my former condition as a mess of nervous energy, carbs and frustration.
I say former because nature has taken things into its own hands and hit me with a chest infection. With any look I'll do it next week, but under hours is becoming more of a challenge,
As the ever lucid John pointed out, the equilibrium of the finely athlete is easily upset. Now, despite the lacing of acerbic wit that laces any Dodds statement, and the fact that my body is far from finely tuned, more of an amateur tribute band, it's true that properly training for sport isn't really that good for you.
A body using up its energy to recover from the damage training does to it can't fight infection as well, a body that is more highly strung than most is more prone to aches and pains. It's a bit silly really, isn't it?
That's why I feel sorry for lemmings in gymns and stuff that workout for vanity. You can see them, not really enjoying second, pain etched on their faces, but pushing on. Then you see the others, mostly not in a gymn, working just as hard, or harder, but you can see the joy in their eyes. Their doing it for how it feels, to feel alive. I couldn't do it just to look good, but when you look like me, there wouldn't be much point - it would be a bit like trying to improve a DFS ad by casting Angelina Jolie...