The odds were against me from the moment I woke up. Rain, lots of rain.
Guilt began to set in around 11, then at noon, a break in the clouds almost put me over the edge. My lingering sore throat was a great excuse to say no. But anxiety was taking hold.
After lunch was a tough time, cruxy for sure. More guilt. Read a little, digest, then… maybe.
More rain. Then again clearing. Everywhere I turned, teasing, the bike on the balcony, the stack of shoes in the corner. No. Yes, maybe. NO!
In the end I lost, or wait, did I win? It all depends on how I look at it. I don’t find relaxing an easy thing to do at all, and least of all I don’t find it relaxing.
For the first time in 50 days, a rest day. Tomorrow… doubles!
