Sunday, November 6, 2011

Why Cat food can enable me to ride my BMX

By Darren Claudio


My cat George is no average cat. He's my personal trainer.No I'm not mad and this isn't strictly as weird as it sounds. I have recently taken up BMX biking...again. I was good at this about 10 years ago and in an attempt to recapture my youth i have started retracing my steps of adolescence.

First there was the Haircut, From Mullet to swooshing affair for the princely sum of 45...bargain, then there was the wardrobe, Im sure somebody my age looks AMAZING in skinny jeans and not at all like a prize clown. Next came the gym, a 1 year contract at 50 per month, I'm sure I'll go next month, I've been busy this one.

And lastly was the items that produced me cool in the 90's and bmx freestyle was one of these items. I was really fairly great at this, I couldn't speak to a female, but I was lethal on homemade ramps.So like every sane, early midlife crisis patient would do, I spent 500 for a wethepeople BMX Bike.

Not really certain what I expected here, In my head I was gonna be super mega at this, I had been going to graceful like I utilised to be with all the added benefit of age and encounter. This proved not to be the situation. To begin with attempt of a bunny hope (on my driveway) I fell on my face, twisting my ankle inside the course of action. Matt Hoffman have to have not worry. For the record I don't heal as promptly as I did in my late teens / early twenties.

So, me, my stupid haircut, my ridiculous jeans and my unused health club membership have realised that I'm not the person I employed to be. George is pleased although as I'm ready to obtain towards the shop a whole lot quicker to choose up his whiskers, so in impact he keeps me fit and justifies my 500 investment, he actually is actually a very good individual trainer.




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