Everyone kept telling me: "You came on the wrong day." First it was Buhle Mkhwanazi, who sent out the warning after I parked my car at Sturrock Park ahead of my one-day training session (read boot-camp torture) with Bidvest Wits players and coaching staff.Then it was striker Calvin Kadi. Captain Thulani Hlatshwayo followed with a chuckle. Others were just waiting to see how a football journalist would cope with a two-hour training session under coach Gavin Hunt.Hunt himself had told me to bring my running shoes and get enough sleep the night before ."You're going to need it," were his words, which were followed by an evil "ha ha ha" SMS message.I was mentally prepared. Physically? Not even my regular morning gym sessions were enough to prepare me for the longest two hours of my life.Training started with a prayer said by midfielder Jabulani Shongwe. Yes, the guy with a beard and biker-boy tattoos led us in a prayer. This was followed by a quick jog around the pitch, with goalkeeper Moeneeb Josephs prattling on about everything under the sun .In front - I was at the back, of course - was Lerato Chabangu, a man who has to impress Hunt to get regular game time in the coming season.We moved over to the cones, where we passed the ball around and did some dribbling to loosen up the muscles. This was followed by a practice match and I was in the same team as André Arendse, who kept calling me Thabang.I was given the task of marking Klate and I'd like to think I did a pretty good job. He scored two goals, but I can explain. I am convinced he scored them from an offside position.Then we went over to assistant coach Paul Johnstone to work on our fitness and Hunt said to me: "Now the real work starts."We went up and down the hill 10 times. Then it was 15 times. While I was gasping for breath, the likes of Siyabonga Nhlapo, Dillon Sheppard and Phumlani Ntshangase stood there, taunting Johnstone: "Is that all you got, coach?"Then for the worst part - having to carry a lanky Thulani, a player on trial, up the hill four times on my back. I went up three times. Four was just too much.From the hill we went to the grandstands. As we walked over to the other side of the field, Nhlapo said: "Now you see what we go through. You mustn't just write." I just nodded.In the change room, I was asked if I would be back the next day. "Hell, no," was my response.Now I know why they are soccer players and I am a journalist...