27 January 2019 19,045 steps no running weight 78.0kg
I give up. It’s just as well I’m no gambler, because all my predictions in recent times prove oh so terribly wrong. My latest: in the Australian Open tennis championship final between Rafa Nadal and Novak Djokovic, I stated Nadal would win simply because he seemed to me to be in the best form of his life, and his wins in the preceding six rounds had been supreme examples of a champion player at his very best. Djokovic, whilst similarly imperious, seemed to me to be at his usual level of imperiousness, whereas Nadal had stepped things up somewhat.
That Djokovic essentially annihilated Nadal 6-3 6-2 6-3 speaks volumes for the Serb’s brilliance, and for my complete inability to forecast outcomes. If I was to take up gambling, I’d be well-advised to place my bets on whatever it was I didn’t think would win.
For similar reasons I’m reluctant to think too much about where my current training is taking me. It’s going very well, of course, even on a rest day from running such as today in which I tallied more than 19,000 steps (all of it walked). When it’s all going so well it’s very tempting to make race plans and to create elaborate training schedules to take advantage of my new-found enthusiasm and a semblance of running fitness, but of course only fools rush in to these things.
I do have a week off work from tomorrow, and so the opportunity to do some quality training at civilised times of the day presents itself as an opportunity that ought to be taken advantage of. And so, I shall, but to what end? Well, to a large extent that’s out of my hands as wholesale changes at work soon to be announced will mean there’s little point planning or scheduling anything until more is known. So, I’ll simply try to log a decent week of base mileage once again and see how things look after that.
January 2019 ... here we go again!
