A Strange Form of Contentment…

As I sit here, at the Bounty pub, the sun warming my aching back and illuminating my beer like a shit lava lamp, I am content for the first time since I came back from my inhuman adventure in Poland. It isn’t just because I am wearing my favourite (and only) tailor-made,...
Posted On 26 Mar 2012
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Why Fight?

Although there is a certain confidence that comes from knowing you can hold your own in a fight, that isn’t the point of combat training – not for me, anyway. Recently, whilst training, I was struck by how odd what I was doing must seem to people who have never...
Posted On 17 Mar 2012
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Wrestling: A Re-Discovery

I was born in High Wycombe. I grew up in High Wycombe. Between 2005 and 2009 I lived away, then I came back. Not through choice, I should add. All my life, I’ve known about Wycombe Judo Centre. When I was a tiny child, my mum took me there to learn gymnastics. (For those...
Posted On 16 Mar 2012
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Hup! The Art of Jumping!

As part of the Gold Challenge, I have to do some gymnastics. Officially, they want me to do trampolining, but it’s just not as easy as you might think to find a nearby trampolining club that is also happy to let hairy, angry-looking men stroll in and ‘have a...
Posted On 14 Mar 2012
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Ne-Waza: Ju-Don’t Know What You’re In For…

Judging by the bruises, welts and patches of raw skin covering my arms today, it’s fairly obvious that I did judo last night.  Don’t get me wrong though – it was a massive amount of fun! The aim of judo is to throw, take down or immobilise your opponent, or make...
Posted On 14 Mar 2012
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En Garde!

Firstly – for the sake of accuracy – my stance in this picture is not en garde. It is the cool and far more effective stab-le-camera stroke, of myth and fable. I am one of only 17 people in England to have mastered this attack in the last 300 years, one of whom was...
Posted On 09 Mar 2012
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Utterly, Utterly Demotivated

As I sit here in this gym, I have no shits left to give. Every miniscule amount of progress I make is either immediately lost or falls by the wayside, as I struggle to improve elsewhere. Inside or outside my training, I’m starting to feel totally numb to everything.
Posted On 06 Mar 2012
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Something for Nothing

It’s true what they say, you know. You get nothing for nothing. Unless, of course, you are Ryan Air. In which case, you get £160 for doing absolutely nothing whatsoever. That is how much money it has cost me to delay my outgoing flight to Portugal by 24 hours, so I can...
Posted On 05 Mar 2012
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Me. In the Olympic Stadium. IT’S HAPPENING!

Thanks to some incredibly generous donations, I have now raised enough money through the Gold Challenge that they are going to let me run do my 100m sprint event in the actual London 2012 Olympic Stadium, in front of 20,000 people! Do I know how to sprint properly? No. Will I...
Posted On 02 Mar 2012
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