There it is again. Stinging. Clear and present, amidst the false comfort of the lack of short-term-discomfort-in-the-name-of-long-term-gain I am currently immersing myself in.

Skipped riding last night after skipped beats during the day. Wondering whether I should be swimming this evening after skipped beats on a lunchtime walk.

The easy route – it may be the safe route – but it messes with your head. Should I have gone? Would it have been okay? What if it had not been okay?

There is no rhyme or reason – no “it would have been okay” – just that feeling that I am letting myself down.

This, is NOT a high point.

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