Feeling smug about how well your training is going? Congratulating yourself on being niggle-free? Experiencing a surge in motivation?
I was, until the pixie of paranoia came a-calling, leaving me with two broken feet and a broken rib*.
She’s an evil little so-and-so, that pixie.
*Translation: feet that are slightly sore from all the downhill running at the Midsummer Munro, and a rib which is aching mildly after yesterday’s fall in the forest.