Furtho speaks for me here. Also, I'm quite short sighted so there were practical difficulties with both rugby and cricket and by the time contact lenses arrived I was firmly embedded in a campaign of passive resistance against anything school related.
I played five-a-side for short periods in my 20s and early 30s. The usual story would be someone at work suggesting I come along and that it was a no pressure, just for fun kickabout. Then you'd get there, discover that half the players had played for their county or had trials at Crystal Palace and realise that what naturally competitive people mean by 'no pressure' and 'just for fun' isn't quite what non-competitive people do.
IMP played in a men's league game with a guy who'd played in the World Cup. Maybe he can tell us that story.
When I walk, I walk as fast as I can without tripping.
That's an advantage of hiking with a dog. They really push the pace. We do about a 20 minute mile over flat trails ranging up to 35 minute miles when it's straight up hill and rocky, which it often is. I'm in bad shape. My fitbit tells me that my heartbeat gets up to 165bpm on the hard uphills.
Furtho speaks for me here. Also, I'm quite short sighted so there were practical difficulties with both rugby and cricket...
Benjm speaks for me here.
I do take the dog for a walk - as with Hot Pepsi's canine, he's very energetic, so these tend to pretty up-tempo affairs - and also walk at lunchtime regularly. But this seems to me to be beyond the limits of any reasonable definition of sport.
Furtho speaks for me here. Also, I'm quite short sighted so there were practical difficulties with both rugby and cricket and by the time contact lenses arrived I was firmly embedded in a campaign of passive resistance against anything school related.
But back on topic, I've not done sport for a long time. There's Footgolf at Milton (Cambridge), though, I see, which looks both ridiculous yet potentially fun.
Excellent. I wish Tonka was interested in chasing balls or playing fetch, because it would be easier to make sure he gets lots of exercise that way, but he usually isn't. He doesn't usually stay interested in anything that is neither alive or food. He just wants to smell the trails of other animals and/or find some tasty grass to eat (but only certain kinds). He's very odd for a lab in that way.
We claim no credit for Pocky's attitude to this sort of thing, HP - both his parents were prison sniffer dogs and it looks like for him that behaviour manifests itself in wanting to play fetch and also in sniffing out lost footballs and tennis balls. He typically finds something like three balls a week. It's just in him to be very active, which is good for him and good for us.
I stopped playing football at 37 when our Sunday League side disbanded and I couldn't be bothered to find another club to play for. Continued playing cricket until 40, bowling a bit of swing and specialist number eleven batsman.
I've played a few rounds of footgolf. It's very fun, and it doesn't matter if you're immensely useless - as I am. Four or five golf courses round here have cut footgolf holes to try and increase the usage of the courses, particularly in the evenings when few actual golfers are playing, and when you can get a round of footgolf in quickly before sunset. If you come across actual golfers on your course, they will split almost equally between snotty old fuckers who hate that you're ruining their evening round by having fun, and people looking a bit jealous.
It seems (according to Footgolf Frenzy's cheap as chips looking and maybe un-updated in years website) there's no footgolf in the old school links heartlands of Angus, Fife and East Lothian. Just as well, a size 5 blootering around in severe sea winds would cause all kinds of havoc with douce golfers. You'd want tree cover, gorseless namby pamby courses before you'd have a go at it.
Thanks for the birthday wishes for Madam, who is currently sleeping in. If we get a good photo today, and Tinypic is working I'll put it on the Dog Adoption thread.
I'm also going to see if Footgolf "is a thing" here.
It seems (according to Footgolf Frenzy's cheap as chips looking and maybe un-updated in years website) there's no footgolf in the old school links heartlands of Angus, Fife and East Lothian. Just as well, a size 5 blootering around in severe sea winds would cause all kinds of havoc with douce golfers. You'd want tree cover, gorseless namby pamby courses before you'd have a go at it.
I looked to see if there's a course near me. It had a little flag on the map by me, but it linked to a course about 500 miles away.
Oh God. I've just watched a video of Footgolf. And there's a course about 5k from where I live. Better still it's a really Conservative club. That's conservative with both types of C. The old duffers will hate it. Thanks to whoever first mentioned it in here.
We claim no credit for Pocky's attitude to this sort of thing, HP - both his parents were prison sniffer dogs and it looks like for him that behaviour manifests itself in wanting to play fetch and also in sniffing out lost footballs and tennis balls. He typically finds something like three balls a week. It's just in him to be very active, which is good for him and good for us.
There's a Twitter account for lost footballs. You could submit some photos of Pocky's finds.
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