Friday was a mandatory day-off.
Saturday I just couldn't drag myself out and on to a bike.
Sunday I got up and drove to San Francisco to meet my sassy friends for a swim, but felt anything but sassy. I was supposed to swim for an hour, then run for two hours. I probably swam for 30 minutes, felt sad and sick, cried, and went home. I'm not sure if it was the lack of activity, or perhaps overactivity. I had an overwhelming feeling that life is crap and unfair and everything is wrong with the world.
Time to get a grip.