Achilles

I have done something to my Achilles tendon again. The upside: it's eclipsed the pain in my hip. It's almost exactly a year since I messed my Achilles up last time, except this time I was just sitting still in my office chair and it started hurting. So that'll be a nice little trip to the physio.

I like the physio I go to. Presumably he likes me because I am sufficiently fragile and in denial about it. Unfortunately for him I'm also a big cheapskate.

I did my first coaching of a brand new group today. This was the perfect opportunity for me to project positivity, and pretend that I wasn't so nervous that I was almost sick. I think it went OK. It helped that it was a couple of groups of very pleasant kids, but when did I get so nervous. And why?