For the last few days I’ve been feeling a little off. Physically. Don’t tell anyone but I may have almost been feeling sorry for myself. Quite rare for a man, I know. Medically speaking, I’ve been a bit shite. Quite un-me, really. Not sure why, just have. Not much energy, excitement or oomph. A little three-out-of-ten-ish. Nothing life-threatening I suspect but a few interesting and uncomfortable physical symptoms, nonetheless. So, you can imagine how annoyed I was when, in the middle of all my very-minor symptoms, I stumbled across the Paralympics on the telly today. Specifically, the really happy man with no arms who competed magnificently in the 50 metres freestyle.
Seriously, how can I throw myself a decent pity party with guys like that around?