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Sports writer finds out what it's like to get paid for keeping fit...

As League 2 side Notts County completed the first full week of their punishing pre-season training schedule, Evening Post Magpies reporter Stevie Roden joined them in a gruelling session that's even tougher than the players make out...

It was a casual remark from striker Junior Mendes, during an interview on the first day back, that stuck in my mind.

  • Stevie on the ball
  • Asked if pre-season was something players enjoyed, he batted it off by saying it was something they liked to get out of the way.

    He went on: "You can't complain. You are getting paid to be fit and so when you are running up hills, and it is getting really hard, you have to remember that fact."

    A good philosophy, I thought — spot on. While others work 9am to 5pm, then pay their gym memberships, squeezing it into their spare time to keep in shape, footballers are getting paid to do it full time.

    Now I was being paid to join in — and write about it — after an invitation to take part in the last session of the first week.

    "Think positive," I told myself, "think about what Junior said."

    When the legs were faltering, when I was treading water, or my legs made me look like Bambi on ice, I had to think about how I was being paid to be here, rather than stuck in the office...

    But — as much as I thought it was a great philosophy from afar — it did not work for me.

    I would have paid to get out as the ribs started to bruise, such was the force of my heart beating.

    "Come on Stevie," I thought, "you cannot let yourself down now. People would give their right leg to train with Notts County. You have to complete it."

    I knew I would feel better for it, afterwards.

    The problem for me was it looked like I had given my right leg to train with them, such was my disastrous ball control during a few simple mid-session drills.

  • Sympathy from the manager
  • It was the main part of the session that was the killer. Before, in the changing rooms, a few smiles had broken out, a few laughs at the prospect of me joining in.

    If they found it hard, what about me? But there was no time for doing a runner. A circuit drill was laid out, all with the ball, in and out of stationary metal players, cones, sticks, then some sprinting and some shuttle work — four four-minute sessions, punctuated with four minutes' continuous jogging round the circuit.

    So a mere 32 minutes to survive — but the special monitors worn by the players showed some heart rates up above 180. Their breathing became heavy.

    Despite hurting, burning, running out of breath and all the usual signs that it was more than hard work, I kept going to save face. If I dropped out, I am sure there would be some ridicule on match days in the not too-distance future so I kept going, thanks to the encouragement of players.

    They help each other the same way. As one group jogged on the outside looking in, and players found it hard, they offered words of encouragement, trying to get everyone to push themselves to the limit.

    Thankfully, many of them included me at different times, offering a pick-me-up to help find that extra bit of energy. Believe me, it was appreciated.

    It worked for their team-mates, too, and it was obvious that there is already a real team spirit building up.

    As I jogged with Mendes at the new Gedling Town training ground, he pointed out how difficult a week it had been, with constant double-sessions.

    But he also pointed to the fact the squad is so much fitter than at the same time last season.

    There is real vibe around the place, not just team spirit but true belief about what can be achieved. And that is spreading.

    But if this one session was a tenth of what they had done in the week, I dread to think how the players were feeling over the weekend, as they rested their aching muscles.

    When the final four-minute drill had ended and the 32 minutes were up, I was ready to drop. But there was a sense of achievement that I had completed it, even if my mobility was zero towards the end.

    Had another session followed straight afterwards, the white flag would have gone up.

    But it was mission accomplished and it was an enjoyable experience, albeit punishing, to be able to join in with a professional football club.

  • Control and movement!

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