More means better?

stats of the week: walked 12 km, zwift cycled 15 km, gym 4.5 h

A week without progress. The persistent adductor problem continues to hold me back, while my back would probably already tolerate a light running session. The third PRT injection is coming up, and I’m hoping for more improvement. The orthopaedist recommends a series of six injections, whereas the radiologist thinks three should be enough. I hope that in my case, more really does mean better.

With a touch of wistfulness, I look towards New York, where the interAir team is at the marathon without me for the first time after seventeen years. And yet, I’m not sad. Everything must come to an end, and last year I felt I’d reached my physical and mental limit. The New York weekend is extremely demanding, and it no longer offers anything new to me. In any case, who even wants to travel to the United States anymore? A country where people are arbitrarily detained from the streets and deported . A country that elected a narcissistic man-child as its president, one who orders the killing of foreign citizens without trial. Instead of giving him the Peace Nobel Prize it is time for the International Criminal Court in The Hague to issue an arrest warrant. Though given this president's power, that may be too much to ask.