The Road to Athens. That’s what I called my 10-month body transformation for my friend’s wedding in the Greek capital.
I’d been lifting and eating like a bodybuilder preparing for a show, I smashed personal bests in the gym and I’d eaten enough steak to make Henry VIII blush.
I’d absolutely smashed it, mate.
So you can imagine my joy when a month before the trip, I compared two progress photos, one from 9 months previous and one from that day, to find out I may as well have been playing a “spot the difference” game.