if I can do it, so can you (maybe)
Monday morning, I am a daisy that has been crushed under a pile of bricks. Getting out of bed is herculean. I am sneezing and aching and everything hurts. I try to convince myself it’s all in my head. My head tells me to fuck off.
I had wanted to go for my local parkrun record last weekend. When I arrived at Penrhyn Castle, I was told it was cancelled due to a power cut. Driving out of there, I was told it was back on, but I couldn’t turn my motivation back on quick enough.
Last week I decided to listen to my body, making the decision to lie in on Sunday when I felt fatigue (and headaches) setting in, instead of stubbornly following the schedule anyway. This week, guess what, I feel so much better for it, refreshed and rejuvenated. I hear a thousand voices all chime;
“told you so”
