What doesn't kill you...

Last week I was the victim of attempted murder.

Fortunately the perpetrator, masquerading as my personal trainer, chose an unusual modus operandi, putting me through a series of gruelling exercises in an attempt to exhaust me to death.

Surviving such a brutal attempt on my life has had its benefits, however, as yesterday I was able to gallop around the Touch Rugby paddock like a healthy young buck on acid. Well, maybe not quite like a young buck - more like a not-quite-ready-for-the knacker's-yard middle aged stag on sherbet lemons - but I was able to fully enjoy and contribute to Wii Fat's 11-4 victory in a fairly feisty encounter against the Tight Head Pops.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and all that...