✔️Soundtrack To My Life (18+) part 1

Happier

Sam, January 2002

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and we're slowing it down to a walk." My trainer, Angus had been pushing me for weeks now, I always considered myself to be pretty fit but with the workout schedule Angus had me on to get me in top form before my first game in August, was kicking my arse yet the results were starting to pay off, I was becoming speedier when I ran down the field and a lot more swift with my movements. 

Outside the snow had been falling for hours, blanketing the city in frosted white and as I watched it come down, from my treadmill positioned near the large window at the gym, with sweat dripping from every pore of my body, I craved nothing more than just laying myself down in the thick, powdered snow and letting it extinguish the heat I was radiating. Today's workout had been extremely intense.

"That last incline was a killer." I comment, grabbing my towel to wipe the sweat off my forehead, little good it did, there was always more to take its place. 

"You'll be thanking me when it keeps you on the field longer." Angus laughed, adjusting the speed on the treadmill so it would come a gradual stop.

"I'll be buying you dinner if busting my arse like this even gets me on the field." I'd gotten my foot in the door with Manchester United when they signed me as a substitute but I needed to prove to them and everyone else that I was worthy of a player position. 

"I've seen how you play, you won't be a sub for long." Angus says.

"I'm nothing compared to the team though, take Beckham for example, the man is a machine." 

"Have you met him yet?" Angus asks, from our first training session I mentioned my excitement at being able to play the sport I love on the same team as my idol.

"I saw him, from a distance, at Old Trafford when the team took on Chelsea, that's as close as I've got so far." One of the perks of being pre-selected while the current season is ongoing is being invited to watch all home games from the west stand. I'd been introduced to many of the players from my team but not David Beckham, the one I really wanted to meet. "I sat near Victoria and their son but she only stayed for the first half, I heard her telling her friend that the morning sickness was knocking her around." 

"She's pregnant?" Angus asks surprised and I realise that that news probably hasn't been announced yet.

"I probably shouldn't have said that." Last thing I need is David Beckham's first impression of me being the wanker who broke the news of his wife's second pregnancy before the offical announcement, I'd had an in-depth debrief about respecting the privacy of team mates, especially when it came to the media and I'd just broken the golden rule.

"Anything you tell me goes in the vault." Angus reassures me. "Personal trainer confidentiality."

I hadn't really gotten to know too many people since moving from Cambridge to Manchester, Angus was really the only person who had made effort and offered to show me around the city, he was more than just my personal trainer, I now considered his a friend, someone I could trust. He also knew what was at stake if I broke the rules so I believed him when he said he wouldn't tell anyone. 

"Thanks mate." I step off the treadmill, adrenaline still soaring through my veins post workout and that feel good mood to go along with it, I was on top of the world, nothing could destroy my natural high this morning. "I'll see you tonight for beers at the pub?"