It didn't rain. I didn't run either.

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I suspect that I might have overtrained, because I exhibit several tell-tale symptoms:

Washed-out feeling, tired, drained, lack of energy
Sudden drop in performance
Decrease in training capacity / intensity
Moodiness and irritability
Loss of enthusiasm for the sport
Decreased appetite
A compulsive need to exercise
Decreased body fat and post-exercise body weight
Increased basal metabolic rate
Chronic fatigue
Sleep and eating disorders
Headaches, gastrointestinal distress
Muscle soreness and damage
Joint aches and pains

I concede that I feel very tired and I'm still feeling aches from the weekend's activities and it seems no amount of food can satiate my raveneous appetite, but I actually don't feel like eating much. I'm very irritable, that's for sure and even though I might not be up to it, I still want to work out.

We'll see.

'We'll see' is a cryptic response to stall the realisation that the event promised is an impossibility. Is that a big chunk? Take your time. I'm irritable and I won't bother to explain it.

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I've lost momentum in blogging. I've wondered about blogging seriously because it seems citizen-journalism would be rather lucrative, but bouts of stop-and-go whilst writing aren't foreign to me.


And my favourite:




HAPPY ENDING
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more
I feel as if I feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

A Little bit of love, little bit of love
Little bit of love, little bit of love [repeat]

I feel as if I'm wasted
And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
To live the rest of our life,
But not together.

I'm rarely making sense. It would take the likes of Robert Langdon and Sophie Neveau to decode what I'm actually saying. I now think that there isn't any wisdom in my outbursts.

FINIS.