It is amusing. This morning I thought about skipping the 6am run when I woke at 4am. Within ten minutes I decided to suit up and go anyway. I felt cold when I stepped out of the car, but I also felt fatigue.
I do not think that the fatigue came from my eight kilometre walk yesterday afternoon. I suspect that it originated in the interval training run I did on Monday. Running, with a group, is usually slow and relaxed, once you achieve a certain level.
Last night I was at a book about “The God of Small Things” and I’d be tempted to say that I hated the book for the same reasons that I don’t like Jane Austen books, that I didn’t enjoy Blindness and other books. I don’t know whether readying it, rather than listening to it, would have helped.
It’s a book I didn’t like because it used vile imagery. One image is about body functions into the mud, that is then washed away by the tide. There are mentions of other body functions or body party where we feel that disgust is a desired reaction.