Coming up Trumps.
Well, the more we get to see and hear about the Trump U.S. presidency, the more I'm grateful for being able to sidle away into the world of running, where I can forget about politics; forget about work, and forget about a squillion other things that otherwise torment my mind with a debilitating weariness that assaults us these days. In days now regrettably long gone, political leaders had something akin to a high jump bar of substance that they had to successfully get over to be serious contenders for leadership. Now they just seem to limbo dance under it, making false accusations and wisecracks as they go in order to draw our attention away from the fact that actually, they have no leadership qualities at all, but instead have achieved their station in life through some weird form of reality TV show, as if political status is a prize for just happening to know the middle name of Kylie Minogue's second child, and having accumulated enough bonus points to gain the power pin that eliminates their only serious competitor. It certainly appears to have very little to do with political ideology so far as I can tell.
Look, just
don't get me started on this...
No, seriously, let's get back to running. It's far safer territory.
My run today was an interesting one. By rights, I should have attended to the long, slow run of 25 or so kilometres that was postponed previously. However, I have a 30km coastal, challenging and undulating hike with several workmates tomorrow, and it seemed wise not to attempt a long run today and thereby risk soreness and fatigue tomorrow. Still, I pushed the pace a little by way of compensation and covered 13.5km in hefty fashion, well into the anaerobic zone, I feel, but which felt good to complete.
This now puts me well on track for my best month of running ever, in terms of kilometres run and time spent in training,
if I can maintain this moderately disciplined approach ... I say this, touching every piece of wood I can find. It's never wise to make predictions in this game, but I
am feeling confident, and it will be a cracker of a running month, no matter what happens in the remaining 12 days of March.
So successful has it been thus far that I'm beginning to hone my goals for the rest of the year and will report these back soon. For now, I'm staying focused on solid base-building and not trying to get too far ahead of myself. On that score, I think I'm also doing quite well, maintaining the enthusiasm and excitement without rushing off and paying entry fees to too many ambitious races. At least, not just yet.
No, let's be honest. I really
am doing well, and I need to acknowledge the fact. I'm not here often enough and need to give myself some credit for getting this far.
So, trundle on, comrades, and should you happen across Trump, or any of those other leaders treating politics as a game rather than a serious, progressive form of leadership, then give them a swift kick in the shins for me and move on. The world will thank you, I'm sure.
March Too Much
