Ahhhh, rest days . . . rephrase, argh rest days, I cant do them . . .

7am breakfast, as my left knee has started to give me a bit jib, I do not want to risk it and over train. I have a massage booked for the afternoon so its a matter of waiting for that to see if the guy can sort me out. After the peanut butter fix, in my knee depression, I went back to bed and slept for another couple hours. The other guys had gone to visit the local school, ive had my fix of African schools for one year.

Lying in bed depressed, I had to kick my arse in gear to get up and do some exercise, there just is nothing gained moping in bed. Poolside yoga was what got me going, I had my music playing, I was in the zone sun salutating away. Disrupted I was, by the guard Joseph, who I didn't notice at first as I had two ear ipod on the go, I dropped down to one. This guy would just not leave me alone, constantly asking harassing questions, I was trying to be as polite as possible with my back to him continuing my yoga. Ten minutes I managed to somehow not be rude, my patience being tested, tolerance levels shot, I removed myself from the situation and relocated to the gym. By this time I was just so annoyed and worked out, it had totally ruined my flow, plus I was now in the gym which is no where near as a nice environment as outside by the empty pool, everyone either out running or in bed, just so peaceful. Failing to continue yoga I returned to my room and fannied around putting on make up to make myself look pretty to get over the lip, toe and knee depression, the stressful things I have to cope with in my life is unreal, I do sometimes wonder how I actually cope with it all!

The rest of the group returned for dinner and pool chill out time, I tried swimming a bit but I don't have goggles and doing breast stroke hurts my knee, so not much swimming was achieved. I felt like I was just waiting and waiting for my massage, that time finally arrived at 2pm.

I was so excited about coming out the room as a new woman as I phrase it. The guys reminded me its not Thailand, they don't do a happy ending here. I have to say, this guy was amazing, he had his elbows dug right in, I found the top of my bum, quite a tickly area when his elbow is dug in. Im saying, 'no pain no gain you do what you have to do and ignore my yelps', his reply as he gets stuck in hammering my ITbands, 'I don't like to hurt girls', it didn't stop him though did it, geeez.

Most certainly I came out of that room a new woman, I walked back to pool side with high kicking walking lunges feeling free and completely relaxed, even though I had been through horrendous pain for the last hour with fresh bruises to show the trauma. Personally, I had massages and cannot imagine how athletes get these done everyday.

Of course it was chai time and a chat with moses, the first male to run half a marathon under 60 minutes. I really liked this guy, even though he was about 3 hours late as he had been to the police station with something to do with trouble with his farm.

Pizza night, luckily there was other exciting food at hand as pizza, not really my thing. The guys here love it though, which im surprised they do it, I know its carbs, but its saturated fat and with them training for races. I decided tonight was the night I was going to get on it with my Ugandan rum and passion fruit juice while playing whist. A game I am mint at for the first three to four rounds leading, before it all goes down hill, battling not to come last.

En route to bed I knocked on Car with a banana as a peace offering to stay up and chat as I wasn't tired and didn't want to go to bed yet and disturb Angela. Half an hour later I returned to find Angela up, great news for me, not so good for the rest of the block as we chat and laugh probably disturbing our neighbours, im sure they will cope.xx