Trumping on.
I used to wake up screaming on long-run day, but lately, those long slowies not only don't scare me but are actually incredibly motivating. Today's run, however, whilst certainly not a bad one, was rather laboured and generally tough going. A more than useful 26.6km (16.6 miles) goes satisfyingly into the running log, where I find that I've covered a total of 81.5km over the last six days, which might go some way to explaining why I found today's effort rather harder than usual, and my brain and body rather more than usually tired, post-run, as well.
I had awoken to the news that whilst he was waiting for Kim Jong-un to make a false move in North Korea, Trump and his generals thought they may as well bomb Afghanistan again, which enabled the military to blow the cobwebs off one of their biggest bombs, and the cover off one of Islamic State's key positions, apparently. This is all supposed to end with victory to the U.S. and defeat for al the bad guys in the world. Well, a noble ideal I suppose, but the history lessons of recent times do rather tend to suggest that it isn't going to be that simple.
The only way I can make sense of it is to undertake my own theoretically simple, but in practical terms, exceedingly difficult task of running my heart out which leads me to a state of, well, if I'm honest, let's call it pleasant exhaustion, where I no longer have to be troubled by things outside of my control, aka US global policing.
So, as we await the next strategic U.S. cataclysm, I'll keep running. I might take the next run a little more easily though. 81.5km in a week is just a bit much. A little like Trump's policies, I guess. I'll blame him. Why not?
April May be alright.
