Keeping my End Up

I didn't doze for long.

I had forgotten that Gorgeous Dave had rescheduled our badminton match for 7 pm last night, so with some trepidation, a new pair of tracksuit bottoms and my newly made but  forgotten strawberry smoothie sat in the fridge I met him at a local school gymnasium .

It was a gym that held some bittersweet memories for me as it was a place of much ritualistic humiliation in my 1970s secondary school PE days.

GD was suitably attired in his immaculate yet relaxed sports wear accompanied by a set of winnie sized muscular thighs to die for.

I waddled out with holes in my trainers and noted that there was a dribble of cottage pie down my T shirt.
Not a great sporting look

But the challenge was on! 

Thank goodness for muscle memory, for even though I am just under twenty years older than GD and literally twice as heavy I kept my end up fairly well!
And I enjoyed it.
And at least GD had the good grace to sweat just a little 

Having said this ........

I had to rock back and forth several times in bed this morning in order to get my aching old arse off the mattress.........

Just off to a morning Sams shift. Tonight I'm off to see a gay themed boxing play with a friend