Surely it has to be a mental thing. I mean you are in bed and even if you are wiggling around or tensing your muscles the physical workload can’t be that great. So it must be mental exhaustion. After all, exhaustion is part mental and part physical. Yet here I am. Feeling utterly exhausted waking from a dream where my deepest anxieties paired with my deepest failings and did a realistic number on me. So weird. And yet so real.
A cup of tea should unfog the brain. Give it thirty minutes for the caffeine to circulate. Brain clarified but body hasn’t caught up. Very odd.
Lucky my bike is prepared. That’s a small challenge that I wouldn’t have been able to tackle.
Into the dark I go. Riding in the morning of a moonless night before the dawn breaks.
It was harder than expected.
Curious.
