Me and my limits
Last Thursday a friend took me to the cinema. She thought that after the whole Barcelona story I deserved a nice outing. Then we ate together and went to the physical therapist. I did a little too much at the physio. I wanted to make up for the 3 lost training weeks and I should not have done that. Of course, I was already very tired from the cinema and then the phisical therapy on top of that, I completely collapsed in the evening. And now three days later, I am sitting upright on the couch for the first time. There is a fine line between Knowing and accepting your boy limits and I’m still learning. It remains a thing.