Various unrelated things have happened in the last couple of days, although I suppose they’re related by virtue of all happening to me. Nothing is ever truly arbitrary.
First, I lost my Fitbit. I know I had it while at Horniman’s, but at some point between then and the afternoon, the bracelet snagged on something, the clasp broke and it fell off my wrist, so now it’s somewhere in South London but nobody can say where. I have been less excited by my Fitbit than when I first had it, because they seem such fragile things, incapable of withstanding sweat or rough use, which seems quite inappropriate for a device intended to track exertion. Maybe I need to buy less gadgets. Or tougher gadgets. Or sweat less.
I bought a set of track spikes, because they were super cheap at the local running shop, and I’m planning another crack at the Singapore Masters 1500m next year. Nobody buys track spikes in winter, which makes them the perfect thing to buy if you’re going back to a country that doesn’t believe in winter. Track spikes are tight, thinly padded running shoes for the track, and as the name suggests, you fit spikes into the soles so you have better grip to accelerate harder. Whether this makes any difference to my track times remains to be seen, and they’re possibly verboten for normal training due to the risk of slicing somebody else’s ligaments with those spikes. We shall see.
La Serpiente was a real struggle to get down last night. Especially as, after four weeks of sleeping on it, she suddenly decided she was freaked out by the picture of a princess on her pillow case. “No see the lady” was her plaintive cry, until I took the offending pillow case off, and even then she flopped and whimpered for a long while before going to sleep. And then she woke up at midnight calling for her mother, and again at 4 this morning, and after we’d calmed her down I couldn’t get back to sleep and ended up on the sofa downstairs, reading Tim Powers’ Declare.
Today, deprived of sleep, I struggled, although we managed to get La Serpiente to the library, had several visitors (my old chum Toby from Kent, who I managed to palm off an old Nintendo games console on, and later my uncle, my cousin and his wife) and I fitted a new set of tyres to the stroller, making it that bit more blinged out than before.
Finally, this evening I went through some more cupboards, finding a stash of old letters from university days, an original copy of Space Hulk, and a piece of maths homework from when I was at Sixth Form where I got 59 out of 60 and my teacher, Mr Winter had (facetiously?) written “Could do better” at the top. So quite a productive day, I think…
It’s the 31st of December in Singapore already. I think I’m going to put off reviewing 2015’s resolutions until New Year’s Eve, local time. Putting off the inevitable?