Plandemic

As the global corona virus pandemic becomes more and more like a marathon, and not the Usain Bolt-esque sprint I had naively hoped it would be, I find myself hopelessly caught in another type of outbreak, albeit a less perilous one, that is the outbreak of planning everything in great detail – or as my decidedly immature mind likes to refer to as a “plandemic.”

As my 2020 racing ambitions lasted about as long as a plate of sushi in a sumo stable, I now find my myself planning in immense detail every marathon on the planet that I would love to do, even as my bank statement protests with a great amount of zeal and ardour. Slowly increasing fitness but without a major goal on the horizon, has made me feel like a sheepish character in a Jane Austen novel who is all dressed up but with nowhere to go.

Ronald Reagan once famously said, “the more the plans fail, the more the planners plan.” I am unsure if good old Reagan was referring to the frustrated marathon runner planning future races during a pandemic, but I am planning to keep on planning!