Feet, continued, and muscles. Oh, and literature

When Irene and I set out on Saturday towards the Vodno cross, I wasn't quite sure whether I could / wanted to go all the way, because I was feeling terribly tired. (Now I know why: period is approaching, and since I'm now religiously taking my Monk's Pepper pills every morning, I don't get depressed anymore and simply forget about it) But I did it, even though it took us a bit longer than expected. This time I had a little siesta after coming home, and when I woke up I sincerely doubted I'd be able to play tennis. On the other hand, we'd mobilized the guys for a double, so it seemed a bit unfair to cancel literally at the last minute. So I dragged my sorry old carcass to the court, and we had a fantastic two hours.
I don't even remember the last time I fell; I never fall, whether on the ski slope or anywhere else. But on Saturday, while warming up, I had to run backwards and suddenly felt my thigh muscles give up. It was the strangest feeling, slightly panicky, but at least I managed to fall very slowly (on my bum, oh the embarrassment) and roll over a bit, so I didn't hurt myself at all. The adrenaline generated by this slight accident was obviously enough to keep the body going. Plus, playing doubles isn't as challenging as singles.
Unfortunately the blister on my right heel got two little sisters, on the tip of the left middle toe and right second toe respectively, and those beasties hurt so much that I had to renounce the third Vodno hike planned for yesterday. Even though the weather was wonderful, I didn't mind too much having to stay home (running was also out, as was going for a walk). I did a bit of home sports -- barefoot, therefore no problem -- spent quality time with Lola and ze boyz, cooked a wonderful dinner and finished reading Vargas Llosa's The Bad Girl.

( The Bad Girl, synopsis and thoughts )