Got back to the gym this evening for the first time in over a week. Thought I'd do well, given the fact I've had to rest, but found myself struggling and was glad to finish my stint. All a bit pathetic really.
After a day or two spent thinking about the amazing capacity of humanity for deceiving itself in a whole variety of ways, it was refreshing to be put in a position in which there's no escaping the fundamental truth of the inadequacy of one's own body. It brought back memories of the honest wretchedness of hitting the 'wall' back when I did the Singapore Marathon in 1990 (I think.) Any illusions I had about possessing some kind of mental strength and capacity for endurance were dispelled a long time ago, I can tell you.