The problem is that there's no predicting exactly how my body will perform even the most mundane tasks, like climbing stairs, on any given day. A couple of weeks ago my right knee decided to declare itself unavailable for use twice in one afternoon, without any particular provocation. I'm hoping I will wake up tomorrow still able to move with reasonable fluidity signaling a full recovery from this evening's really quite gentle workout.
And yet another problem lurks slightly further into the future. Supposing I reach the starting line on Friday, I'm hoping the teenage bits of my brain won't delude my body into thinking it might just be worth going a little quicker than it's normally used to. That would be an excellent way to scupper the weekend.
So why am I doing this at all? For the glory, what else?
Oh, and I'm a couple of kilograms over my fighting weight and I'd like to shift at least one of them ahead of fasting month (which is not far away now.)
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