Lying in bed, counting all the shits I don't give and supping on a delicious Whisky All In. Sadly I have no sugar or lemon juice, so I have replaced those ingredients...with a Mars ice cream. I'm pretty sure this is the meaning of life......
Continue reading ...Oh, by the way, I totally did some badminton! Apologies for not letting you know sooner, it slipped my mind because...well...it's badminton. I didn't actually set out to play badminton that day (12.11.2012); I actually drove to Reading Climbing Centre with my brother to use their bouldering wall a...
Continue reading ...FACT: Until you've ripped the ass from your cargo trousers mid-set, you have not squatted like a man. And until you have held in your laughter for long enough to finish the set, you have not learn the discipline necessary...to be a DRAGON SLAYER!! At the gym today, I squatted ten tons in half an h...
Continue reading ...I have now been using motorbikes for my mode of transport pretty much exclusively for six months. In that time, I have done the following: Bought one motorbike Written off one motorbike Rented one motorbike Had one motorbike stolen Had one motorbike repaired Fallen off a motorbike when taking a...
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When I got in last night, I sat down on the sofa...and did not get up again. So depleted of energy was my body that I half-sat half-lay in a state of near comatose until, eventually, I summoned up the testicular fortitude to turn on my Xbox...before falling asleep. What marathon of physical exert...
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Much as people who don't go to the gym like to think of working out as mindless pumping of iron (which it is for some) the reality is that, as with everything, once you progress beyond being a beginner, there is much more to the activity than perhaps meets the eye. It's the same feeling I get fro...
Continue reading ...My friends. Somehow - I'm really not sure how - but 10,000 people have come across this blog in the last couple of years... I am fully aware of the diminutive status of this achievement in the grand scheme of blogs, or even the micro scheme of bad blogs. Still, it's a landmark that I never really ...
Continue reading ...I am a man who knows nothing of U.S. history, past U.S. presidents or what any of these people stood for or did for their country. I am also not in the slightest bit interested to learn anything about these subjects, just as I haven't the slightest interest in U.K. politics past or present. It ...
Continue reading ...Thank the nine Gods that today is my rest day. Having very nearly passed out at freestyle wrestling last night, I fear I may be working too hard and eating too little. Frankly, there just aren't enough hours in the day... Then again, you try looking this guy in the face and telling him "I'm too t...
Continue reading ...Whether it be scaling a rock face to find a vantage point, descending into an abyss whilst hunting for treasure, or escaping up a tree or whilst being pursued by a wild boar, climbing is an invaluable skill for the freelance adventurer. Luckily for me, there are plenty of climbing walls within an ...
Continue reading ...[caption id="attachment_1323" align="alignleft" width="225"] In California, 2008[/caption] Like most things, exercise requires purpose. Sometimes, that purpose is generally looking and feeling good, other times it is a more direct goal like running a marathon or performing better at a certain sport...
Continue reading ...Pancakes be praised! It's FINALLY the end of the working week and, therefore, time for my final installment of "This is more or less how I like to train"; a guide for anybody bored enough to be interested. So, here is Friday. Or Frīġedæġ, in Old English - so named after Frigg, wife of Odin. ...
Continue reading ...I'm nearly there!. This is installment three of four in my "I kinda try to train along these lines" guide for anybody interested in how I train. If anybody out there is actually interested, I will eat my own hat. As a man who owns no hats, I'll also have to go out and purchase a hat. This I fear...
Continue reading ...It's the mid-week entry of my "This is a good way to train...I think" diary. I call it Wednesday, which comes from the Old English Wōdnesdæg or 'Day of Wodanaz'. Wodanaz also goes by the name of Odin (O'din't you know? <--- that's a joke.) Being Odin's day, Wednesday is a blessed day ...
Continue reading ...Behold. Now cometh day two of "Sometimes I train like this..." - my attempt to summarise roughly how I like to train on a good week. It is subject to change and outright lies. Today I shall explain the joy of Tuesday, or Tiwesdæg in Old English. This means Tyr's Day, which is lovely. (Tyr bein...
Continue reading ...OK, so here goes my plan to explain how I train on each day of the week. I know, I know - it's boring as hell. But here goes...Monday, or Mōnandæg as it is in Old English. It means Day of the Moon, essentially. That's pretty cool, eh? Now, as everybody knows, the Guild have ten times their no...
Continue reading ...Having a distinct lack of anything interesting going on in my life at the moment, I have decided to write a little bit about my fairly new training routine. Why? I have no idea. The idea is to explain what I do on each day of the week and why. Somebody, somewhere might be interested... I will ...
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After all my ranting and raving about the disorganisation of Spartan Race, it turns out their photos had been uploaded all along. They simply didn't tell us. They also labelled them somewhat confusingly. Anyway, here are some of them: [gallery columns="4" type="square" ids="4905,4906,4908,4909,49...
Continue reading ...Having noticed my blog was getting a bit text-heavy, I decided to wait a while for the photos from the Super Spartan, before writing an update. However, is has now been nearly three weeks since we ran the course and not a single photo has surfaced. To be honest, this is entirely typical of the Sp...
Continue reading ...This belt buckle was a 21st birthday present from my grandmother. It was purchased from the Viking Shop in Stockholm, where I stayed with my family in a converted prison. I've worn it pretty much every single day for 4.5 years. It was also the conversation starter by which I introduced myself to ...
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