Scored a good goal this morning. Admittedly the goalie was a novice, a triple amputee and had been in a medically induced coma for a month (1). Not to mention that most players were so old they could have stumbled out of a local care home. One was over 70. Come to think of it, they did stumble out of a local care home. I’m quite proud of the nimble way I skated round the opposition Zimmer frames. The goalie said afterwards it was a good shot, and asked if it was by design or luck.
Pure luck if I’m honest. I once didn’t take a shot from a pass, and was told off. Apparently the secret is to “shoot the friggin’ puck” or words to that effect. So now I “shoot the friggin puck” and sometimes my ineptitude and incompetence cancel each other out. Mostly not though.
On a more serious and less vain note, I popped down to a gym near work, for which we have some subscriptions, and I hope to find a personal trainer to improve ‘core strength’ whatever that means. But apparently it’s what I need. So, ‘core strength’ it is then.
(1) I exaggerate a tad.