Another time, another world this word could mean anything. It doesn’t sound or look like a bad word. Like the words horrible or yucky. You know they can’t mean anything good.
Malaise doesn’t quite give out the same vibe.
Today I am devoid of all energy. It’s a pity that it’s come to this on a short vacation, at the end of the year and during a solid training routine.
It was on the bike again today – not quite leisurely – the young boy playing a racing game – friendly he called it – perhaps just what the doctor ordered.
Writing about Running 