Weary

Four years doing 50 plus hour weeks building things I hate seems to be taking a toll. The winter months with mud around the ankles and wet feet joined by constant heavy coat wearing is now properly depressing me. Almost to the point where I don’t really want to get muddy on the mountain bike tomorrow night.
But I will.
And tonight I almost couldn’t be arsed to run having got home, made fire, loaded the car with bike and all sorts of little bits.
But I fancied weights so threw some around the conservatory before keeping my jeans on for a quick mile up the road and around the block.
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