This "feeling cack" thing is getting a bit boring now. I'm still feeling very tired and achey. Add on to that my back is giving me gip and it turns into a bloody horrible week.
No cycling means my weight has probably gone up even though I haven't been stupid with my grub, although morale wavered last night and I had some toast just before I went to bed. That's a bad sign and I'm pissed off about that.
I think the phrase "down in the dumps" just about covers it. I have coaching tonight, which in all honesty I don't want to go to. But I will as I have other people relying on me. Then more coaching on Saturday, again which I don't want to go to, even though we're working with the Worcester Warriors 1st XV (a premiership rugby club). That normally enthuses me but I just seem to be out of enthusiasm at the moment.
Rafe is probably dropping by tomorrow afternoon on his way back from the edge of Empire and we'll be going out on an off road pedal for an hour which will be fun and something I am looking forward to.