Growing Pains

I played footy again today, for the fourth time since I joined Freescale, and also the fourth time in about 8 years. Something funny has happened to my feet in that time - they seem to have grown! My trainers are now so tight that my toes went black after being cramped up for so long. This isn't supposed to happen after you turn 30 surely, or even 20 (a very long time ago)? I know that noses and ears keep going, but that's a cartilage rather than a bone issue. Oh hum; I'll be shopping again next weekend then.

There's also a snap of the suicide by football in a box thing they call "jorky ball". This picture is of a kids game, but trust me, 4 adults in that box is plenty, given that it's only 2 adults wide in the first place.

I stuck to the 4 a side on the larger pitch and am happy to report that I finished as top scorer today, with about 12 goals, including the winner. No injuries to report yet, but a night's sleep needs to pass before that can be confirmed.

I can run quite well again now, almost back to my old self, and I am now outlasting quite a few of the "youngsters". By the time I get sacked, I'll probably be the fittest there, as long as I can avoid the bane of my sporting life, the twisted ankle. I strap them both up before playing, but this only goes some way to keeping them in good repair. Not lunging for silly tackles and other people avoiding doing the same to me is what really makes the difference. The games within work are quite good natured, but someone has now registered for a local tournament. Well they can count me out of that, as it will be full of wanna be pros with axes to grind....