Be The Jam

I have had enough of good ideas. The latest one was to get in some endurance training over the weekend, in theory this was quite a good idea. There is the potential for all kinds of things to go wrong in the jungle so building up a bit of toughness and resilience to hardship is probably just the sort of thing to be doing at the moment. With hindsight it might have been better to have started off gently  and built up to it as, for all my good intentions, I have hardly done any exercise save carry a rucksack about for months.

Over the normal 61 hour period between 10 am on Friday morning and 11pm on Sunday night I would sleep for at least 16 hours, eat at least 9 meals and walk maybe  4 or 5 miles. This is quite a civilised and sustainable lifestyle, fitting in I hours sleep, 5 meals and a very large number of miles walked in to the same time period is less enjoyable. When I woke this morning I thought that I was mostly dead, somehow I had got dehydrated, I ached all over and my brain refused to reboot for the first three hours of the day.

I'm not sure that such behaviour is wise, maybe it's good to push the biscuit every so often, maybe it's best to conserve energy for when such behaviour is actually necessary.

I had another "good idea" the other day, I'm trying to ignore it. It has plenty of scope to be fun, but that's the challenging kind of fun, the kind of fun that is more fun once it's over. One of those "in years from now I'll look back on this and laugh" type of ventures.