Training: Day Two

Not wanting to spend my Friday night at the gym (when it should be spent drinking ale and cavorting with wenches), I decided to get up and do my training in the morning.

Having not got be bed until 01:00 the night before, I accidentally slept in and had to race around the house to leave in time. Typically, having sacrificed breakfast for awesomeness, I had driven no further than my own house, when I realised the bloody recycling-bin-van-thing was blocking the entire road. The ENTIRE ROAD. It makes sense, I suppose; it’s not like anybody has to go to work in the morning, so what better time to block everybody in?

Anyway, I eventually squeezed past the lorry and made it to the gym in good time (clear roads – the Gods were smiling). Having had a manly heavy strength session the night before, I decided to embrace my feminine side and do some skipping and jumping. That’s right – skipping and jumping. What?

Everything seemed to go well; I skipped, I jumped, I rolled, I slid across the ground for fun – I even found time to gasp for oxygen! I did, however, also attempt to leap over a stack of 5…things, at which point I very nearly faceplanted. I am quickly realising that what I possess in primal desire to conquer, I lack in finesse.

Still, what use is finesse? This is baking – this is WAR! I mean, this is the GOLD CHALLENGE! … Upon reflection, I’m going to revert back to


About the Author
Ed Gamester is a silly man who lives in the United Kingdom. He is the harbinger of Ghost Squad, singer of Gay Bum and author of A Rum Run Awry. He fights, kills and dies for TV and films, and gallivants around the place wrestling, drinking and lifting things for glory and profit. Where Ed treads, there stamp the boots of the Guild. Ed does not wear glasses, but feels this photograph makes him look more intelligent and artistically talented than he is. Feel free to contact him: he is disappointingly affable.

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