Training Log Archive: Becks

And then I had a total mental fit. I got back from the hospital, (which all went fine I think, will know for sure in 6 weeks but there's certainly nothing visible to the eye there anymore), and just really needed a hug, but Rob was busy moving all his stuff and Ebony was getting ready for her show and Andy was in London and I felt worse and worse about my health and my PhD and my general state of being until I got to 1am and felt like I needed to scream. Instead of scaring my slightly jittery housemates I got thermalled up, jumped on the bike, and whizzed around town in the dark for an hour. I had to fit my bike light with a piece of handy on street cardboard halfway around which made me feel that at least if my PhD was going to achieve nothing I still had some handy practical skills, and by the time I got back I read for an hour and Rob was here and I got my hug and fell asleep. Yes, I am a mental.

Cycle into work. Was going to run today but thought better of it after little sleep and last night's mentalness.