A spot of misery always cheers me up.
I’m not a pessimistic sort of chap by nature, so when a cloud descends, I’m always fascinated. Perhaps it’s a defence mechanism; a way of detaching oneself from it. Stepping outside and giving it a prod here and there to see what it’s all about.
Interesting times. Something has happened recently. The flicking of an internal switch. It came suddenly and without warning. People complain about demotivation as though it’s the problem. Surely it’s a symptom of another problem?
My running appetite hasn’t been lost, but something isn’t right. I no longer seem to think I can do it. Bizarre. I need to hunt this one down and squash it before I become too miserable to walk to the pub. That really would be a disaster.
Sorry, I’d love to stop to chat for longer, but early tomorrow morning I have my last chance for a decent long run before Copenhagen, and it’s already past midnight.
