Live like JOE… Indulge in a five-a-side and beer
Just because he somehow talked his way into being the organiser of this week’s semi-serious, fully dangerous five-a-side kickabout, your boss is pressurising you into making up the numbers. You consider the options: (a) a sunny patio with a tall German wheat-beer, or (b) running around keeping up the pretence, to yourself if no-one else, that you’re the athletic specimen you never really thought was possible, even in the days before all your dreams died.
Go on, root out the Holland jersey you picked up for a fiver from the bargain basket after Euro 2000, smack the dust and tiny rubber balls out of the runners you haven’t used in four years, and wheeze your way through an hour of running aimlessly round an Astroturf pitch.
You might not enjoy it but you’ll feel the benefits. And if you’re sufficiently smart not to go straight home afterwards, that German beer will taste all the better for an hour of sweat and toil.
