I'VE known for a while my fitness wasn't at the elite level, or more truthfully, the mediocre level it once was.
I've enjoyed myself, I've had my fair share of beverages, burgers and pfeffernusses (a kind of ginger bread biscuit if you haven't heard of them); unfortunately this lifestyle has come back to bite me.
My lifestyle gave me a conundrum.
Let me set the scene.
I'm on the basketball court; it's the dying seconds of the game.
A team mate is dribbling the ball up the court and I'm jogging backwards calling for a pass.
I hear a pop and I go down. Initially I think I've stepped on something but there is nothing around me.
I feel pain my left leg and think maybe I've torn my Achilles but dismiss it as paranoia.
I get passed the ball and while still on the ground, put up a three and win the game.
All that is true except for the part about getting the ball and shooting the three to win the game; I just felt it made the story sound better.
After the game the opposition, a bunch of middle-aged men, come up to me and say: "I thought it would be one of us with an injury". Well, so did I.
The next day scans confirm I have ruptured my Achilles tendon and require surgery.
I thought I had no weakness, so who would have thought my Achilles heel would be my Achilles heel?
Four weeks in a cast, four weeks in a moon boot and months of physiotherapy; it's a conundrum alright, with no solution - unless time travel allows me to go back and tell my lazy self to do some exercise.
Surprisingly it's not being able to carry a cup of tea that's the biggest problem on crutches.
My tea count has almost halved as I now wait for someone to offer.
But I've got to look at the positives.
All the odd socks I've refused to throw out in the hope the other sock would re-appear after years in the abyss can now be worn as my left foot is in plaster.
My pale white toes on my left foot can get that tan I've always dreamt of, now they are constantly exposed.
I now have an excuse to sit around on my couch and do nothing.
