After a couple of weeks off it was great to climb into the net and run around like a fat idiot at indoor soccer last night. I was doubled over in oxygen debt after about 4 minutes, but we were already about 5-0 up so I felt like it wouldn't matter if I was a bit of passenger for the rest of the game. As it turned out I managed to contribute fairly well for mnost of the 40 minutes. I didnt count the goals but in the postmortem Daniel suggested I might have slotted about 11. I will humbly and modestly take this and proclaim it as fact.
It was a good hard game, with a fair bit of contact. I won a 50-50 ball against a very fit but wiry fella, and was alarmed to see him sent flying. When I looked at myself side-on in the mirror today, it occured to me that this was simple physics - I am a massive tub of lard.