Hi, yeh, that’s me. I used to be a cyclist; read the Guardian; lived off the fresh juice of many fruits and vegetables 😉 Infact, most people would actually describe me as a wet lettuce.
Then I took up cage fighting and I turned into an athletic God. I swapped the Guardian (too many long words) for the Sun; I started eating steaks and protein shakes, and I now drive a sports car and have a fit lass on my arm at all times. Most of my mates don’t even have a description for me (they’re all too thick on roids) these days, they just say “you’re the opposite of a wet lettuce”
So if you want to be an athletic god, do something that makes you strong. But there’s a trade off; your brain will turn to mush (which, coincidentally, has a similar consistency to pulped beets).