My body weight vs my strength. Clear winner there!

Wow! Been a while since I last blogged! 

That doesn't mean I haven't been working out. The journey towards match fitness is a long, arduous one. Kinda like my battle with fried foods. 

Today went for a Callisthenics class. Simply coz I was curious about Calisthenics. 

We did this for 30secs, 6 reps. Arms felt like swollen tofu thereafter...

Simply put. I almost died. My upper body strength (or lack thereof) simply couldn't support my weight (which of course is made up of largely muscles and stuff). 

The workouts were focussed largely on upper body strength. And it's obvious the guys were having a hard time coz ALL 7 guys were struggling to balance their handstands (after 45mins of pull-up-like workouts, the hands really felt like giving way), while the 3 girls were ramrod straight. 

Ok. So one looks like she lives in a gym while the other 2 are yoga instructors. But still...

Will continue to look for interesting classes to go. In the meantime, I gotta squeeze in some time to post my last few fitness class visits. 

Training no substitute for Game time

For the last 6 months, I had to skip my weekly Sunday games due to work commitments. In an attempt to stay fit and match ready, I attended weekly Wed trainings religiously, on top of my Monday gym to ensure I'll slip right into the squad should I return to the squad. 

Unfortunately, as conscientious as I was, I found out recently to my detriment that all that training DID NOT keep me match fit. 

I was doing alright in training. Putting in 100%, running, tackling, shooting. 

The red of AC United flows through my being! Not looking forward to its hardening into the infamous bakwa (roasted meat) though. 

Then came match day. A friendly against an old foe. I was so off the pace, my fitness was terrible, my ball control and decision making was abysmal. I was everywhere, yet nowhere at the same time. 

Last Sunday was my second game back in the team. I still felt a little lost, my teammates were asking what I'm doing and one actually told me I used to be much faster to the ball. That 'used to' was a mere 6 months ago!!!

I guess all that training did ensure I did not fall too far off the required pace, but apparently, it's no substitute for a good hard game of competitive football. 

A little bakwa on my left knee and a sprained right ankle are reminders of how far off the pace I currently am. 

I may suck for another 2-3 games. But I guarantee you I'll be back. Better than before. I owe it to my team, but more importantly, to myself, to return to my best and more. 

Bring it on!!

Advanced defending for the more accomplished defenders

At football training sometime last month with RMFTA, we did a simple segment, where a single attacker goes one-on-one against a single defender and tries to beat him to score.

I was pitted against my brother, a 120kg behemoth, who is a rock as a centreback, but as an attacker, not someone that'll make me quake in my boots. So here I am, facing up to my bro, tilting my body to show him to my left so I can move in for the steal when he goes for the shot with his masterfoot.

Instead, he did the unexpected and cut the ball to his left, ghosting past me like I wasn't there. If he took an extra touch or two after getting past me, I might have been able to recover and put in a tackle. But he took the right option for an early shot with his first touch after getting past me, smashing an unstoppable left footer into the net that would have made any striker proud. 

Damn that was a rude wake up call!

Probably overconfidence on my part. And some impressive footwork on his part. (There! I said it! You happy now?) But I also realized there's something fundamentally wrong with my defending in one-on-ones situations. 

Came across a Nike Academy training video that really shed some light. Not just on individual defensive skills, but the collective defensive covering and movement as well. Have a look at the video and you'll understand where I'm coming from.

He who Controls the PACE Controls the GAME

Even at the gym, i wear my team tee proudly!

Had another ho hum session at the gym today. Mostly upper body since I almost died last week from the intensive lower body workout.

But this post isn’t about what ho hum things I did at the gym. It is about what I learnt from Coach Ivan at last week’s training. Yes. Coach Ivan returns! I love him. He’s always giving nuggets of advice to us ignoramuses on how to play the beautiful game, something that I find as valuable as the actual training itself, in terms of improving us as players. 

Eating beats Exercising anytime!

Its Monday again... Gym day!

For some reason I'm not as lethargic as i usually am on a Monday. Maybe its the magazine assignment I'm doing. It's my first magazine article and it is a personal profile of an up and rising star. So I'm probable running on adrenaline.

Or maybe it is because my colleague was helping me to buy Subway for lunch as i slog away in the gym over lunchtime...