Hey

So, let me paint you a not-so-pretty picture of what went down when I revisited the hallowed turf of my hometown Plymouth, Devon, over the Christmas break.

You know, just a bunch of middle-aged mates, crammed into football kits that were suspiciously tighter than we remembered, trying to relive our glory days.

The last time I had laced up my boots for anything more intense than a Sunday stroll was... well, let's not date ourselves, shall we?

My new love affair with cycling had me doubting my football prowess. Could my cyclist's legs handle the sprints, the tackles, the sheer chaos of an amateur kickabout?

But here's the kicker...

Ten minutes in. Ten. Minutes. And there's this poor soul on the sidelines, doubled over like he's searching for lost treasure on the pitch. I jog over, the good Samaritan I am, and ask if he's alright.

"Yeah, just need to catch my breath," he wheezes out.

I'm thinking, buddy, we've barely kicked off, and we've got two whole hours of this circus left.

As the game crawled on, it was like watching a nature documentary where the predators picked off the weakest in the herd.

One by one, my mates transformed from would-be football stars to walking (barely) adverts for why your forties shouldn't be the start of your decline.

If you think this is just a sad story about a bunch of old guys playing football, you're missing the point.

This, right here, is a wake-up call, a blaring siren, a slap across the face with a wet gym towel. It's a stark reminder that we've got to take care of our bodies like they're the last working vintage cars on the planet.

Now, I'm not saying I'm some kind of health messiah. But damn it, I've made promises to myself, and I'm sticking to them like gum on a hot pavement:

✅ I'm clocking in 8-10 hours of sleep because dreams are the only place where I'm still in my twenties.

✅ My weight training and cardio aren't just routines; they're my daily tickets to feeling like a superhero.

✅ I'm eating greens and proteins like they're going out of style.

✅ Alcohol? Who's she? Never heard of her.

✅ And my brain? I'm keeping it sharper than a tack – with challenges that make Sudoku look like child's play.

This isn't just about dodging the dreaded middle-aged spread; it's about outrunning it, outlifting it, and outsmarting it.

Think you're too far gone? Nonsense. I'm here to tell you that the comeback is always stronger than the setback. And, if I can do it, so can you.

So here's the game plan. It's time to get off the bench and into the game.

I want you to join me and the legion of others who have decided that middle age is just a number, not a sentence.

Let's get you signed up for the Cycle Lean Community. It's not just about pedalling away the pounds; it's about building a lifestyle that keeps you playing the long game.

We're talking expert advice, support, and a brotherhood of like-minded folks who believe that the best years aren't behind us – they're rolling out right in front.

Click here to take action against middle age. Let's show those football fields, office chairs, and even that cheeky bedroom mirror that we've still got it.

Lace up, gear up, and let's ride into our best years yet.

Ride on, Neil Damerell

P.S. Remember, the only bad workout is the one you didn't do. So, let's do this!

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