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Eight Billion

As of today, the world population has officially reached eight billion. Of course, the exact date of reaching such a threshold can’t really be determined, so it’s picked somewhat arbitrarily, but slight variations won’t make much of a difference, and in fact the milestones themselves aren’t that relevant in the first place… Though one thing that is relevant is that, despite the estimates stating that population growth would at least start to slow down by now, this billion continued the trend, yet again being the fastest one. And it may also shock some to realize that there are hundreds of thousands of people who are alive today and were born in a world of less than two billion.
But I have said pretty much everything that can be said about it many times, and if at seven billion I repeated the main ideas, I won’t do it yet again now. However, since that post only tackled the problem of consumption and environmental impact per capita somewhat indirectly, I will say that, while the only thing that still puts off even more horrifying environmental and humanitarian catastrophes is that the large majority of the population still lives in appalling conditions and those are also the ones who tend to contribute the most to the current growth, the fact that people, not to mention so many of them, live in such conditions at all, considering humanity’s current level of development, is utterly unforgivable.
So, yes, a relatively small section of the population has an oversized environmental impact and that’s unforgivable for environmental reasons, but many, many times more have a small one only because of their unforgivably poor standard of living, and that’s unforgivable for humanitarian reasons. And, just like I’d very much prefer to lower the population by banning births instead of increasing mortality in any way, I’d also very much prefer to reduce humanity’s total environmental footprint by reducing the population, admittedly starting with those who are better off, while greatly improving the standard of living and freedom of choice of the many, than by keeping them down while also trying to drag those who are somewhat better off down as well, only in order to allow the population to continue to increase, or even remain at such utterly unsustainable levels.
And no, a person’s environmental footprint can’t be fairly reduced to a level that would be sustainable if all of the current population would have it while still maintaining a good standard of living and a high freedom of choice. Yes, there are behavior, consumption and lifestyle patterns, many of them terribly common in the developed world, and some of them not only there, since they’re mostly driven by this capitalist system that current human society is founded on, that are inherently wrong, harmful, damaging, and need to go away, but many others are only a problem because of the numbers, and restricting all of those potential choices only in order to allow the population to grow, and more exactly only in order to not restrict and, at this point, set a lengthy complete moratorium on a single behavior, having children, is in no way fair or tolerable.

Written by Cavalary on November 15, 2022 at 11:59 PM in Overpopulation | 0 Comments

Planting Trees at Brazi One More Time

In the early hours of the previous day, I took a late shower, so I got to the kitchen just after 1:20 AM and then also sliced a bread for dad, so I only started to eat dinner at 3:10 AM and finished at 3:50 AM. However, last morning it wasn’t even 4:10 AM when I got in bed, after eating early. Then I got up at 8 AM, when the alarm rang, since this time around they offered transportation for both groups, so I obviously chose the one leaving at 10 AM, to get two more hours of sleep. Not that I didn’t cut it really close even then, only managing to leave just after 9:30 AM even though I had done just about as much as I could to get ready before going to bed, so I jogged to the metro station… Only to see the metro just stopping when I got there, and I needed to buy one trip, so I was certain that I’ll miss it, becoming even more so when I first tried to use the machine and saw that it didn’t offer single trips. However, after buying that trip from the cashier, I saw that the metro was still waiting, so I rushed down the stairs and actually made it before the doors closed, so I’m not sure why it waited so long, but I’m glad it did, because that meant that I reached Victory Square right at 9:50 AM, which was when we had been told to arrive.
The buses were scheduled to leave at 10 AM, but the driver of the one I entered was apparently in a hurry. He was outside when I got there and confirmed it when another volunteer asked whether those were the buses for those who were going to plant trees, so I went in, saw someone who seemed to be a coordinator, asked her whether we were split into groups, got told that we weren’t and could get on any bus, took a seat… Only to notice when I looked outside that the coordinator had left the bus, and a moment later that the driver was closing the doors and leaving, even though 10 AM was several minutes away and I only counted 17 people on, so about a third of what the bus could take. I later noticed that the 17 were the adults, two small boys also being there, and when everyone got off I saw that two even smaller girls had also been on that bus, but that still only makes for a total of 21. And I also noticed that only one other person was wearing a mask, and actually that moments later she seemed to have given in to peer pressure as well, since she didn’t seem to be wearing it anymore after someone else said that she can’t stand masks anymore. Since she was sitting a few seats in front of me, I’m not actually certain of that, but that’s what it seemed like when I looked. But I kept mine on, nobody sat next to me, and I just put on the headphones and listened to the radio, filling in the form when it was passed to me.
We were there pretty much exactly one hour after leaving, but backing up through the gate and into the area that the buses were supposed to park in took a while, so we were only getting off the bus a couple of minutes before 11 AM. Then I took off my mask as well and went to get the kit, which only consisted of the gloves and bottle, which was filled with water. Vests and aprons were also on that table, but they were probably only for the employees of the companies sponsoring the event, since when I asked whether I was supposed to take one of each of those as well, I was told that I shouldn’t take either. But tea, coffee, biscuits and juice were offered at the next table, so I put the bottle I had received in the backpack and pulled out the one I had taken with me just for this purpose, but when I tried to ask for the hot water to be put in that one, the person who was there said that I’ll get burned and wouldn’t do it, so I still had to take a disposable cup for the tea that I drank. And, while I only ate one of them then, I also grabbed two packs of biscuits at that point and another one a little later, when I also got some juice, that time using my bottle, even though I could only get a relatively small quantity out of that box, despite struggling with it until I felt that I had blocked that spot for far too long.
The speech of the president of the NGO organizing the event started at 11:35 AM and, after being asked to wait for a moment longer, apparently because they needed to move some of the cars, a little before 11:50 AM we started walking towards the area where we were going to plant, which was the farthest one, the others having been assigned to those who had arrived earlier. But that also meant that before getting there we passed by the other spot where drinks and biscuits were offered, so I grabbed another pack of biscuits. Unfortunately, I couldn’t also get a spade. We had been told that finding enough spades was going to be a problem at first, since they were being used by those who had arrived earlier, so if we’ll see any on the way to our area, we should grab it, limiting ourselves to a single one for each team of two or three, but since I stopped to try to take a few more pictures, many others were ahead of me and I couldn’t see any that were left.
Either way, the training speech started a couple of minutes before noon, and after that we could start working… My problem being that, without a spade, I obviously couldn’t do anything on my own, so I had to look for a teammate with a spade. And I spotted a guy who had one and struck me as waiting to be approached by someone in order to form a team, so after exchanging a few looks with him and hesitating for a moment longer, I asked whether he was alone… Only for him to say that he was there with a friend and was waiting for him, so I initially said that in that case I’ll look for someone else, but he said that we could make a team of three and introduced himself, then also introduced his friend when he joined us.
Once we got to work, in a spot picked by the first guy while the other two of us grabbed some saplings, it seemed that the ground was rather hard to dig, and when the second guy also seemed to want to press the ground when we were refilling the holes, I feared that I’ll be rather left out, with little to do, and when the second guy went to get water and biscuits I awkwardly mentioned to the first one that I won’t really be able to dig. But after the second guy got back, they took a break, even though we had only planted a few trees, and I took the opportunity to at least try, ending up needing probably about as much time as that first guy had needed to dig those first few holes to dig one, which was probably also smaller than any of his had been, and even managing that was in part thanks to the advice he gave me after noticing that I was struggling. And they also had milk and they both asked whether I wanted any, and also repeatedly offered some of the water and biscuits which the second guy had brought, but I kept refusing… Until that first guy just handed me a pack with one last biscuit left after I finished with that tree, and I couldn’t get myself to refuse again, so I ate that one. And we also talked a little around that time, and after I told them which area I lived in the second guy said that he also lives nearby and offered to take me with him, since he had driven there, but I obviously refused, and in fact wouldn’t have wanted to be taken directly back here anyway.
After that, I took off my jacket and hoodie, returning to the spot where we had left our backpacks and somehow managing to stuff them in mine, and we continued, with the first guy doing most of the digging and the second one seeming to get less involved, so I was mainly responsible for planting and felt that I was doing something after all. And that was how we planted those first ten saplings which we had brought, and then I think the first guy brought another kind of saplings, which were much smaller, though it’s possible that I’m wrong and it was the second one who did that. Either way, those also had much smaller roots, so the holes could be much smaller, and we planted five of those until we reached the end of that row, then the first guy moved to another row… And found much softer ground, so he dug several holes without the other two of us managing to keep up, the fact that the second guy was calling me to press the ground while he held the sapling even while I was trying to plant another one not helping either.
We were still in that “stage” when I realized that it was becoming hard to keep track, so I stopped trying and I therefore have no idea how many trees I planted. And the two of them moved on to another row after a while and I was left to plant in the remaining holes dug by the first guy… And ended up planting in three others as well, noticing that they were much larger but just continuing, since they had obviously been left by someone who had decided to walk away. And I was still doing that when the first guy came to check up on me, confirming that those weren’t his holes when I asked.
I was a little wary of rejoining them after I was done with that area, because I noticed that they had joined two women and seemed to be getting along pretty nicely, so I didn’t want to get in the middle of anything that might have been happening… But I eventually did so, and that truly made it impossible to keep track, since there were five of us, with multiple spades, and the ground was softer, so any one of us could dig or plant, and there were probably holes left by others as well, and saplings already planted by others in the areas that we were moving to. Of course, I could have tried to keep track of how many holes I was digging and how many saplings I was planting, by myself or with one of them, but it was hard and I didn’t really see the point, so I just kept working, sometimes with them, sometimes more or less on my own.
After a while, the guys started saying that they were going to leave soon, not even seeming to want to wait for lunch, even when I mentioned it, and they reduced their involvement and, even though the second guy was the one who had seemed less involved and who had first started to talk about leaving early, it was the first guy who eventually just walked away, returning to the spot where we had started and just sitting next to the backpacks while the rest of us continued. And after that I also broke away from the other three more and more, looking for marks which had been missed by others and empty holes, and continuing to do so even after the other three decided to stop as well, the four of them walking away together. Since most of the others had also left by then and those from the NGO were starting to gather the equipment, I didn’t keep working for much longer, but I wanted to find enough missed marks or empty holes to plant the saplings which had been left by my teammates and managed to do so while slowly making my way to the edge of the area. I also spotted one more sapling while doing so, but didn’t immediately find a place where I could plant it and very few volunteers were left in that area by that point, so once I was done with the other ones, I decided to stop as well, grabbing some more discarded saplings and one large water bottle on the way back to the path.
It was a little after 3:05 PM when I left my spade and those saplings among the others, but since those from the NGO seemed to just be gathering their equipment in that area, I held on to the bottle, looking for some other garbage bags and eventually leaving it next to those that were piled up next to what had been that second spot where drinks and biscuits had been offered, which had otherwise been cleared away by then. I was still holding on to that bottle when I stopped in front of the toilets, however… And then decided to just keep going, not just not peeing, but deciding against even trying to wash my hands, since I remembered the drinking fountain from the park and planned to use it for that purpose before getting lunch, even telling those who were struggling with that portable thing about it.

This time around, while what I actually posted at first was written before midnight, I tried to finish one more paragraph and by the time I realized that I won’t be able to, it was just a little too late, so this post was initially posted seconds after midnight and then I edited the time, so it’ll still count as the week’s second post. And that means that I didn’t even get this far before midnight, the last two paragraphs above being added a little later. But, of course, there is a lot more to write about that day, so I just added one more paragraph Tuesday morning, before going to bed, with the rest of the following section being added in the early hours of Wednesday, to finish the part that actually has to do with the planting. Yes, that means that I added more to this post after posting the next one, but I couldn’t miss that moment… Either way, I finally added the last section Thursday morning, just before going to bed.

On the way back from the planting area, I saw Petruta seeming to struggle with one of the flags, so I asked whether she needed help and she said that she was trying to get it out, so I easily pulled it out of the ground before she explained that she was actually trying to get the flag off the pole and that we should try to pull together until something clicked. But she was holding it in a way that would have meant that she had to push, not pull, in order to move that catch down the pole, so I was again confused and tried to pull on the ends of the rope, to untie it, before she once again corrected me and we tried to push together… For just a moment, because I caught her finger and pressed it against that catch, making her yelp and quickly pull it away. So I quickly apologized and, finally understanding what I should have been doing, changed my position and tried to pull that catch. But by then she was already saying that she’ll call another guy and did so, which left me awkwardly asking whether they needed help with anything else and then walking away, feeling quite embarrassed.
Well, that embarrassment led to not washing my hands at all, because that drinking fountain wasn’t working, no water coming out, and I couldn’t get myself to go back, especially since there were toilets in that spot where I had so embarrassingly failed to help, so I’d have wanted to first check whether one of those portable things was there as well, since I hadn’t looked, and I’d have had to pass by that spot even if I’d have ended up going to the one that was on the way to the planting area. Yes, my hands weren’t nearly as dirty as they might have been, since I had been wearing a pair of latex gloves under the gardening gloves provided by the organizers, but they were obviously still dirty, and I hadn’t cleaned them in any way before taking another tea, and actually grabbing the teabag directly, only noticing after the fact that it wasn’t one of those protected by a paper bag. Either way, I also grabbed two more packs of biscuits and an apple, since a box of apples had also appeared on that table, ate one of the packs of biscuits, finally cleaned my hands to some extent with the disinfectant that was in front of those who were offering lunch and a napkin and got lunch, asking for half of one when the guy asked whether I wanted an entire loaf of bread. And the picture that I took of that lunch, which I started eating at 3:30 PM, after finding an empty table. was the last one of those I took that day.
While I was eating, a guy with two professional cameras and a laptop sat next to me… And a little later Petruta came to talk to him, which made me feel even more embarrassed and I kept my eyes down and tried to avoid even looking at her even after I got up, after those who had arrived by bus in the second “round” were called while I was scraping off the last of the food. But I did take a moment to use the grass and the table legs to scrape the worst of the dirt off my shoes, and then also went to the table with the refreshments one more time, seeing that one last apple remained, asking whether I could take it and doing so after the woman who was there confirmed… And then she also handed me an entire box of biscuits, containing six packs, which made me thank her awkwardly and then rush away, once again feeling embarrassed, even if I pretty much expected it, since while I was eating she had tried to clear what was left on that table and one of the organizers told her to leave everything there and give away entire boxes if people would have them, since she didn’t want to have to take anything back. I later noticed that the biscuits expire at the end of the month, but they’re biscuits, so I’ll be keeping them for a while, mainly to have before runs.
Carrying everything was a little tricky, but I had to hurry, so I managed it as well as I could as I made my way towards the buses, entering the farthest one after passing by a driver who was directing everyone towards it. It was 4 PM at that point and that bus was mostly full, but I found a seat and, maybe in part because I quickly started taking everything out of my backpack, keeping what I knew I was going to need and struggling to somehow stuff everything else in it, nobody sat next to me, that one being one of the few seats that remained empty when that bus left, just after 4:05 PM. And I eventually did manage to get everything in the backpack, since I took the jacket out of it and put it on… Or at least I’m pretty sure that I only put it on at that point and not earlier. Either way, it was only after I arranged my things that I put the mask back on, probably being the only one to do so, though I didn’t really try to look, not wanting to draw any more attention, and actually wanting to try to ignore the fact that I was still surrounded by people, because it had already been too much, especially considering that embarrassment, and I felt like crying and was even starting to shake. So I turned on the radio again and stared out the window almost all the way back, even if said window was dirty.

A little after 5:10 PM, we were dropped off back at Victory Square, and right at one of the entrances to the metro station, not in the parking lot. And that was somewhat useful even if I wasn’t going to take the metro again, since I had a raised surface to place my things on while I took the hoodie back out of the backpack and put it on again, under the jacket, and then arranged everything else a little better as well. And a little later I stopped one more time, to sit down and try to get as much of the dirt as I could out of my shoes and socks. And yes, I did wear the old shoes again, after putting some sticky tape on the inside of the right one, in that spot where there’s a cut that goes all the way through the bottom, caused by using the shovel at previous planting events.
It was pretty much exactly one hour after stepping off the bus when I reached the Penny from Obor, putting the backpack in a cabinet, getting what I wanted and then retrieving the backpack and taking quite some time to arrange everything again, taking everything out of the backpack in order to put two of the four bottles of water which I had purchased for dad in it, with the other two in the sturdier bag and everything else thrown in a smaller bag, and then stopping once again after walking out, to place everything on a bench and actually arrange what I had in that smaller bag.
The problem I had at that point was that I really needed to go to the toilet, and not just because I hadn’t peed since leaving, in the morning, and I actually had the feeling that the lunch hadn’t agreed that well with me either, plus that those biscuits have a moderately high fiber content and I had eaten nine, so 125 grams. But I just meant to pee at first, hoping that it would also help with the other part of the problem to some extent… And this is where my mind is playing tricks, because I made a note that I went to the toilet when I got to that mall, before entering Carrefour, yet I have absolutely no memory of doing that and quite clearly recall going when I got to Kaufland, after putting the smaller bag and the two bottles from the other one in a cabinet. It does seem quite unlikely that I remember better now than I did when I made that note, even if that probably was after exiting Carrefour, and there’s also the fact that I usually go when I get to Kaufland, at least to wash my hands, and I definitely also finally washed my hands, and also face, at that time, so it’s possible that mental images from different days get mixed up in my mind, but I still don’t recall going to the bathroom from that mall at all that evening. Not that it matters.
Either way, I entered Kaufland with the backpack with the other two bottles and just got one more thing for dad, having no problems with the self-checkout, then I retrieved my things from the cabinet and put them back in one before entering Carrefour, though I’m not entirely certain that I put the backpack in that one either. Also, if I did go to the toilet in that mall it’d have made sense to leave my things in a cabinet first, but I can’t recall anything about that either. But what’s clear is that I was going to Carrefour for a sandwich maker that was discounted by 50%, and pretty cheap to begin with, since I had asked dad whether he wanted something like that and he said that he did, so after not finding it among the others I asked an employee and he pointed me to another spot, where I found three left. One of the boxes was opened, so I could have a look, and all of them were red and I’d have preferred one of the blue ones, but I didn’t want to risk going to another location and finding that they were completely out, so I grabbed one of the two unopened boxes, also used the voucher which I had received for some purchases made over a week earlier at the self-checkout, and then went to the information desk to ask whether I needed to do anything in order to receive a warranty certificate or some other documentation, being told that I just had to keep the receipt.
After once again taking my time to arrange everything, somehow stuffing a third bottle, and also those two apples, in the backpack and trying to balance the weight of the bags to some extent, I left that mall a little after 7:50 PM… By which time the other problem was awfully pressing and I really wasn’t sure what to do. I had considered going to the toilet there, but thought that I could still hold it for a while longer, albeit with difficulty, the question being whether I should come straight back here or continue as planned, to Mega Mall and the Kaufland that’s next to it. And, after hesitating for a while, I decided that I was going to continue after all, one reason being that I was going to get there sooner, so if the situation was indeed desperate it’d be better than coming straight back here, and the toilets from the mall are reasonable, if I’ll really need to use one for that.
One problem with that idea was the route that I was going to use, since that road is a rather “dead” area that isn’t exactly meant for pedestrians, with places, mainly at the start and end, where the sidewalks are blocked by vehicles or even missing, cars possibly going at high speed, mostly industrial buildings, some of them probably no longer in use, mixed with empty areas… And some dogs. Probably not actual strays, but I remembered being barked at quite a lot before, from the yards of some of the few houses that are on it, and also thinking that there had been some dogs in the yards of some of the other places and that the fences had holes, so I walked on the other side… Only to end up passing by the open gate of what was probably one of the industrial buildings and having a dog not only bark, but rush towards me, so I quickly put a bag in front of me and kept my eyes on it while stepping away and it fortunately didn’t attack or chase, so after a few steps I could continue walking normally… Though, when I was barely holding it in as it was, I was a little surprised that I didn’t shit myself.
The fact that I didn’t cross where I should have crossed in order to get to that mall probably also shows how focused I was on that pressing matter, because I should know that area really well and yet found myself thinking that there was another crossing, right in front of it. And when I saw that there wasn’t, I didn’t want to turn back, so I ended up going all the way to the other crossing, which is past Kaufland, deciding to go there first… And staring in surprise at the hours listed on the large sign, which had changed and listed a closing time of 9 PM for all days. And it was about 8:30 PM at the time, so I rushed in and, since there was nobody at the information desk at that moment, looked for another employee to ask about the closing time… And only got even more confused when she replied that it was “now, at ten”. So I asked which was it, since 10 PM was an hour and a half away, and she said that they were changing the hours, and when I mentioned the large sign she said that in that case it means that they had already changed them. But she didn’t seem to know what she was talking about, as strange as that was, and fortunately someone was back at the information desk when I walked past it again, and she said that the store still closed at 10 PM, which was a relief, since it meant that I didn’t have to go in right then, and could leave my things in a cabinet and then rush to the mall and straight to the toilet, which was indeed quite clean. And there was no blood either, which was also a relief.
After finally taking care of that problem, I checked that Carrefour as well, grabbing two breads for dad and a cabbage, after taking my time to look through it and pick, since it didn’t look too good but had a really nice, and as far as I know unannounced, discount. And then I entered those breads as a single one at the self-checkout, so I won’t need to call an employee in order to get the evening discount, and also decided to pay 5 RON with my card, only covering the rest from the little cash I had left, since otherwise I’d have spent just about all of it, including the coins.
The actual reason why I had taken my card, however, was that I wanted to check that sports store, to see whether the shoes which I had tried on the previous week were still there, among the discounted products. So, after also having a quick look in another sports store, I went there, put the purchases in a cabinet after being told to do so by a guard, cabinets having probably just appeared there, and then I did find those shoes again, tried them on one more time and decided that I could get them. However, the fact that they hadn’t been purchased since then made me wonder what the problem was. True, the model was also discounted that week, the site listing a price that was only 10% higher than that of that discounted pair, so people probably preferred to not risk it, but I looked and didn’t see any left, so that pair was the only option and I started checking it thoroughly, despite being very much aware of the fact that both guards were keeping a close eye on me, one of them actually making a point of following me around… Which wasn’t surprising, seeing as, on top of those awfully worn shoes, I was also wearing the old training suit that I wear inside, with the pants being quite visibly sewn and patched. And the fact that I ended up not buying those shoes after all probably confirmed their suspicions, but I had actually spotted a problem just when the second guard came to tell me that they’ll be closing in ten minutes. It was a very small problem, a small spot where that green band, likely made of plastic, was a little loose, but I pointed it out to the guard and, though he tried to persuade me that the problem didn’t exist, asking whether I thought that they were selling Chinese knockoffs, I put them back, retrieved my things and walked away… At which point I also noticed that it was only 9:45 PM, so it’d have been about 20 minutes to closing when he warned me that only ten were left.
It still meant that I had very little time to also check Kaufland, however, so I rushed there, added the cabbage in the cabinet, washed my hands again, walked in with the breads and grabbed some pastries, the discount staying at 50%. But I had to pay for them by card as well, and I wanted to get the total to 5 RON, since I think that my bank’s ATMs only accept bills of at least 10 RON for deposits as well and I wanted to be able to cover the amount directly when I’ll go out again, so I looked around a little more, but when I didn’t find anything else to get I returned to the bakery area and realized that the price of another pastry that I could get was exactly what would be needed, so I grabbed one of those as well and rushed to the self-checkout, just getting to the machine when it was announced that the store had closed. Then I retrieved my things from the cabinet, took my time to arrange everything and finally got back here at 10:45 PM, having carried a total of just under 20 kg, most of it since Obor, since the purchases made from this Carrefour and Kaufland only weighed about 3.5 kg. And I hope I didn’t bring any spiders with me, since it was obviously full of them in the planting area, and what was more worrying was that I didn’t see them, just noticing that spiderwebs were appearing on and between the saplings almost as soon as they were planted.
After eventually eating a large bag of bagels that was already expired and drinking the protein milk received after the marathon, since I hadn’t made any tea that day and that was also just about to expire, so I had saved it just for that reason, it was almost 12:50 AM when I went to wash and 1:40 AM when I finished. But I obviously still had quite a lot to do, things to wash in the kitchen, things to put in their place, so I only started to eat dinner at 3:30 AM… And it was just when I got to my room with the food that I closed the window, which I had opened a few minutes after 2 AM, meaning to close it again after ten minutes, after having only kept it open for 20 minutes before leaving in the morning, but then forgetting all about it. Either way, I finished eating at 4:20 AM and only got in bed at 5:30 AM. And, since I already got to November 13, I’ll also mention here that in the afternoon I decided to grab and start playing The Stuff Fairy Tales Are Made Of, which I guess I should also add on MobyGames, eventually, probably if and when I’ll manage to finish it.

Written by Cavalary on November 13, 2022 at 11:59 PM in Personal | 0 Comments

Russia Abandoning Kherson for the Long Game and China’s Increasing Threat

That Ukraine retook Kherson is, of course, excellent news. However, the fact that they did so without an actual battle, after the Russian troops retreated, clearly shows that Russia is playing the long game, regrouping, digging in, trying to ensure that they won’t be pushed back even farther and preparing for even worse attacks. And the fact that this happened before winter also means that they’ll feel even more free to strike Ukraine’s infrastructure and make what is already certain to be a dreadful winter for the population even worse, and of course also that Kherson is now a prime target for such attacks, since their story will be that only Ukrainian troops and “terrorists” are left there, after they supposedly evacuated civilians.
So it can be said that this was the easy part. Not that it wasn’t already clear that winter was going to be terrible, but the fact that the invaders are no longer acting rashly and are using this time to prepare for what’s to come makes it clear that it’ll be even worse than it might have seemed not long ago, and that their position isn’t as weakened as some might be inclined to think. Which obviously also means that it’s not the time for negotiations, and that the US officials who seem to be trying to push Ukrainians towards them are in the wrong. But at least it would now seem that the political branch has realized it, though what makes it particularly surprising is that the military apparently still hasn’t, so this seems to be one of those rare situations when politicians are doing the right thing… Or at least less of the wrong thing, since the right thing would be to actually defend Ukraine, directly, and to have done so from the beginning, to at least make up in this small way for the crime of having allowed the situation to get to that point in the first place, when they could and should have acted at least since 2008, if not even earlier.

On the other hand, I’ll also add here that China is becoming ever more of a direct threat, obviously first to Taiwan, but in fact to the world as a whole. They have been waiting and watching, and the fact that so far the West has done just about enough to keep Ukraine afloat most probably stayed their hand until now, but it’s becoming increasingly likely that this won’t last, and Russia digging in for the winter in Ukraine is likely to encourage them, offering them time to pick the moment of attack while the West will be increasingly fatigued of supporting even one ally and ever more wary of getting involved on a second front at the same time.

Written by Cavalary on November 12, 2022 at 1:37 AM in Politics | 0 Comments

Bucharest Marathon 2022

Since I finished the previous personal post right at the start of the marathon, I’ll begin this one by saying that I seem to have managed to press the button on the stopwatch just at the right time, seeing as the official time was only one second more than what I had at the end, which may not even indicate a difference of some fractions of a second, because the official time may be rounded up. However, that means that I somehow pressed the interval button before actually crossing the start line, or at least before the spot where the time was recorded. That seems pretty much impossible, but the start time displayed by my stopwatch was 1:39, while the official one is 1:42. And what makes it even stranger is that when I first passed by the finish line, after a little over one kilometer, the timer above the gate was nine or ten seconds behind mine, the delay seeming to have dropped to seven or eight seconds when I passed by that spot the second time, at the halfway point, but at the end the two seemed to just about match. It’s possible that a small difference remained, since I obviously couldn’t look at that timer just when I crossed the line, but the difference couldn’t have been greater than a couple of seconds, at least from what I seem to recall seeing as I got close.
Getting back to the beginning, I wasn’t even sure that I’ll be able to finish, so the thought of staying under four hours, which had been the goal for this year, was quite far from my mind, but I did know that in order to stay under four hours I had to average 5:40 per kilometer and recover that start time, or at least a minute from it, so I did mean to see how long I’ll manage to be faster than that, actually aiming to stay under 5:20 per kilometer early on. That didn’t include the first kilometer, since it was so crowded and I expected to cover it in about six minutes, but I ended up covering it in what I initially thought was 5:39, which was a nice surprise… And that surprise became even nicer when I realized that I had miscalculated, having in fact covered it in 5:29… Or maybe 5:26, if the start time was actually 1:42. Either way, I seem to remember that I covered the second kilometer in 5:11 and then could get even faster.
What I don’t know is whether the fastest kilometer was the fourth, fifth or 12th, because I covered the 12th kilometer in 4:54 but missed the sign for four kilometers, that being the only one that I missed, and the total for the fourth and fifth kilometers was 9:55, so if I covered one of them in 5:02 or more, then the other one was actually the fastest. And it is quite likely that there was a difference between those two, since on the fourth kilometer I was just pushing to catch the 1:50 half marathon pacemakers, which was probably why I missed that sign as well, probably passing it just when I overtook them, while on the fifth I passed Radu and his group and actually tried to look behind me a few times in order to see how many I recognized and which race they were taking part in, and then there was the first refreshment point. I’m quite sure that it came just after the sign, otherwise it’d have been clear that the fifth kilometer was significantly slower, but getting ready for it might have caused me to slow just a little bit as well.
Since the goal was to finish, at each refreshment point I took two drinks and a piece of fruit, and it was only twice that I didn’t take two cups of that other drink and a piece of banana. The first such moment was when I missed the first table with that other drink and ended up taking a cup of water first, only the second one being of that other drink, either at about 25 km or close to 31 km, the fact that those two points were almost across the road from each other making me mix them up. And the second was at the last point, close to 40 km, when I took a piece of orange instead of banana. I had managed to stick to the bananas for far longer than I thought I would, but the piece taken from the previous refreshment point had made me too nauseous, so I didn’t risk it one more time, and decided that the orange would help somewhat more than the apple at that point, even though trying and failing to peel it and then struggling to pull it off the peel with my teeth and eat it that way made me lose quite a number of seconds. And, again, the goal was to finish, so I slowed to a walk while drinking, so I won’t spill the drink on me, and that meant losing time at each refreshment point, possibly even more so after the one from Cismigiu Park, on the 15th kilometer, when I also swallowed air while drinking and that bubble seemed to have ended up being stuck somewhere, so for quite a few kilometers I felt like I had to burp and couldn’t quite manage to do so. I did eventually get rid of that air, but very gradually and after quite a long time.
It was a little before that refreshment point, right at the start of that same 15th kilometer, when I had the “jelly” bar, containing caffeine, which had been in the race kit. The initial plan had been to eat it at the end of the 14th kilometer, on that steep climb, but when I saw that the sign was right at the top, I decided to first get there and then catch my breath while getting that bar… Which is apparently made quite well and intended to be eaten without being touched with the hands, the wrapping coming off right away and the bar itself being very easy to eat while running. But I didn’t expect that, so I took it out of the wrapping and held it in my hands, which made my hands quite sticky. Either way, it was also on that 15th kilometer when those 1:50 half marathon pacemakers overtook me and pulled away. I first overtook them at four kilometers, as I already mentioned, they went ahead again at the refreshment point that followed, I overtook them again after that, they overtook me one more time at the following refreshment point, then I overtook them one last time, and after they overtook me again at that refreshment point I couldn’t keep up anymore, since I was already starting to get slower, and that air bubble definitely wasn’t helping either.
Seeing those pacemakers pulling away slowly but surely was rather disheartening, so I had to keep telling myself that they weren’t my target, even though that also meant that I was really giving up on even the thought of finishing in less than four hours, knowing that I was going to get significantly slower in the second half. But, again, the main goal was to finish, so I was doing what I could, and that meant staying under six minutes per kilometer for the first 22 kilometers, so not losing too much time at the fourth refreshment point either, but eventually getting over six minutes on the 23rd, which I seem to remember covering in 6:11. I also had the first gel on that kilometer, but the difference may actually be bigger than the time I lost because of that.
That also marked the point when I started tiring noticeably, and I think the 3:45 pacemakers overtook me at about 23.5 km, so after 24 km I started calculating, aiming to allow myself an average of seven minutes per kilometer over the last 15 km without ending up with a worse time than the first one… Even if at that point it was hard to make any really useful calculations, since I had only covered about 6.5 km before starting to feel that I had to let something out and, especially considering the problems which I had been having that week, I was quite sure that I was going to go to the toilet again, probably at the same gas station which I had used last year. However, that expired Smecta which I had taken before leaving definitely did its job, because the feeling remained entirely manageable almost all the way to the end, and even on those final kilometers, when it got worse, it wasn’t quite that bad. So I first decided to keep going when I first passed by that gas station, at 26 km, then once again continued when I passed by it again, on the way back, at just about 29.5 km, at which point I was starting to think that I won’t be stopping after all, especially since I had also taken that Smecta Go with me. Maybe knowing that there was another gas station that I was going to pass by twice, at about 34 km and 38 km, and that it actually was right on the route, unlike that one, also helped me reach that decision, since I knew that I had options if it’ll become an emergency, but in the end, as I already said, it wasn’t needed. And I didn’t take that Smecta Go either.
Back to those calculations, after entering those final 15 km I noticed that, assuming that average of seven minutes per kilometer from then on, I was actually looking at 4:15… And at some point after 30 km, possibly around the time when the route returned to Unirii, which would be at about 31.5 km, I realized that I might actually aim for 4:10. But, even though the feeling of hitting the wall made itself known around 30 km, I kept assuming that it was going to get worse and there will come a point after which I’ll lose a lot of time, so I was still thinking that I was only building a buffer, in order to allow for that loss, continuing to do so even when I realized that the target time actually worked out to 4:07 pretty much ever since I had started calculating. That moment came at about 34 km, so just about when I was passing by that other gas station the first time, and it took into account the rate at which I had been slowing pretty much ever since I had started calculating. But, again, I couldn’t believe that it wasn’t going to get much worse before the end.
Then again, that would have most probably been the case if I wouldn’t have had that shot of liquid magnesium which had been in the race kit for this year’s half marathon. After all, that feeling of hitting the wall and the refreshment point meant that I had already struggled to stay under seven minutes on the 31st kilometer, pushing to cover it in what I recall being 6:54 and leaving eating that bar with a high salt content for the following kilometer. That was another thing which had been in that race kit and which I had kept for the marathon, even though it had expired by then, and it was also easy to eat… Easier than I wanted it to be, in fact, since I was hoping to use that moment to regain my breath a little, after that push, so I ended up taking more time with it than it’d have actually required. And it might have helped a little as well, but far from enough, so it was getting harder to continue, and at about 32.5 km, a little before turning on Burebista, I was overtaken by Radu’s group, and I heard him encourage the others and tell them the target times, which clearly meant that they were aiming to finish in less than four hours, at which point one of them said that his personal best was 4:13 and they shouldn’t expect him to keep up with that, so I also found myself saying out loud, as they were going past me, that mine was 4:11… Even though that was actually the real time, not the official one.
Since watching them pull away was disheartening, I was struggling even more, and while the fact that I just kept running meant that I wasn’t in danger of going over seven minutes per kilometer just then, when a first aid volunteer cheered me on and said that I could do it, I found myself saying that I wasn’t so sure of that… And that made me decide to take that shot of magnesium after all. I had been uncertain about it, since it had no listed expiration date and it seemed riskier to take if it actually was expired than that bar had been, but I was on the 36th kilometer, had just passed this street that would have taken me back here, which for pretty obvious reasons tends to be the point where I think the most about giving up, so I decided to go for it and see what would happen… And what happened was that, over the next ten or so minutes, the pain pretty much went away. I was still exhausted, still getting slower, but I didn’t have to push through that pain anymore, which made it so much easier to keep going, especially mentally. And, even if the effect seemed to be wearing off some ten more minutes after fully kicking in, so probably around the time when I reached 39 km, it wasn’t as bad as it had been… Or at least it didn’t seem like it, probably because my mind had been given that chance to rest, to some extent, and I had regained some amount of willpower, helping me push through my body’s complaints more easily.
Actually, the times prove that it just seemed easier, because just those kilometers when the pain seemed to have gone away were the slowest ones. I might have just managed to stay under seven minutes on the 37th as well, despite the refreshment point, but I was no longer certain of that even shortly after finishing, that message which I recorded for myself first stating 7:09 and then 6:57 on it. This second option seems more likely, however, since 7:09 is a probable time for the following kilometer, if the sign was correct and not the painted mark, since the mark was before the intersection and the sign after it, and I clearly remember checking both times and reaching the mark in 6:51 and the sign 18 seconds later, so in 7:09. And that obviously adds that uncertainty for the 39th kilometer as well, but that one was definitely slow, because the 4:00 pacemakers passed me right at the start of it and that made me take it easy. I had actually been hoping to stay ahead of them for 40 km and really didn’t expect them to catch up so soon, so it was an unpleasant surprise, especially since I had also delayed eating that second gel until then, just so I won’t lose even more time. Either way, when they went past me it was clear that any chance of staying under four hours, even only as real time, was gone, but it also happened late enough to make me quite certain that I will be faster than last year, so for a while I lost any motivation to push, took it easy while eating that gel, and didn’t push too hard on the following, 40th, kilometer either, when I lost some more time because of the refreshment point as well, and because I struggled to eat that piece of orange, so I quite clearly recall covering it in a little over seven minutes.
That was the last kilometer that was so slow, however, since when I reached the sign marking 40 km I realized that, if I could somehow push again, I just had a chance to stay under 4:05, so I did my best and that 41st kilometer was the fastest in quite some time, and in that recorded message I was saying that I thought that I had covered it in 6:31, though that could be a few seconds off. But then the 42nd was far better, since I really gave everything and covered it in well under six minutes. In that message I was saying that the time had probably been 5:41, 5:42 or 5:43, but by that point I didn’t exactly have energy to think or memorize anymore, so that could also be a few seconds off. What’s clear is that it was the fastest kilometer in a very long time, and it wouldn’t be impossible for it to have been the fastest in the second half of the race, since I can’t recall how much below six minutes the 22nd had been, and while I know that, after going over six minutes on the 23rd, I got back below six minutes on the 24th, I again don’t recall by how much, and whether the 25th was also below six minutes or not depends on whether the refreshment point was just before or just after the sign. Admittedly, it is possible that I got back under six minutes on the 27th or, less likely, 28th kilometer as well, but the sign for either 26 or 27 km was hundreds of meters away from where it should have been, so while I seem to recall spotting the painted mark, which seemed to be in the right place, the situation confused me and I didn’t really try to keep those times in mind. But I seem to have been left with the impression that I didn’t get back under six minutes after that refreshment point.
Either way, what I can clearly say, since that time remained listed on my stopwatch at the end, is that I covered that final portion, between the 42 km sign and the finish line, in 1:03. And the official time was 4:03:56, with a real time of 4:02:14, so I didn’t just get under 4:05, but even under 4:04. On the other hand, that means that the actual running time was pretty much the same as last year, or maybe mere seconds faster, the real time being 9:14 lower and the total time required for that “pit stop” I made last year, between leaving the route and returning to it, being 8:50, and then I lost a few more seconds because I walked while putting the mask, which I had worn inside that gas station, back in its place.
What’s more important, however, is that failing to stay under four hours by less than four minutes means that I might have just made it if I’d have believed that it was possible. Four minutes means 15 seconds per kilometer for 16 kilometers, and while that might not have been possible for each of the last 16 km, and quite clearly wouldn’t have been possible for the 41st and 42nd, I’m quite sure that I could have gained at least a minute and a half, and maybe about two minutes, by optimizing the way I dealt with the refreshment points and how I ate the bars and gels and took that shot of magnesium. And I could have also improved my start time by about half a minute or so by advancing more boldly through the start area, plus that getting rid of trash right away instead of trying to aim for garbage cans or, later, holding on to it until the next refreshment point would have saved a little time as well. And just these things might have been enough to keep me ahead of the 1:50 half marathon pacemakers, or at least allow me to just about keep up with them until they finished their race, which would have been motivating, while seeing them pass me was disheartening, as I already mentioned. And maybe Radu’s group wouldn’t have passed me either, or they’d have only done so towards the end and I’d have tried to stay among them, with the 4:00 pacemakers probably on our heels, making me push instead of take it rather easy over the 39th and 40th kilometers, after being passed by them. And, of course, setting target times that added up to four hours instead of 4:20, and the very fact of having my mind set on that target instead of thinking, at least during the first part of the race, that even finishing at all was in doubt, would have made quite a difference. And I’m not getting any younger, so I don’t know whether I’ll get another chance… But I quite clearly intend to try again next year.

I only managed to get as far as the paragraph about the calculations, ending with what I realized at about 34 km, before midnight, the rest of what’s above this point, starting with the paragraph that begins by mentioning the liquid magnesium, being added Monday evening, with an addition made in the last paragraph that night, while I ate. And, while it might have made sense to end this post here, so it’ll only cover the actual race, I did edit it again later, adding everything I did before getting back for good in the early hours of Friday, before going to bed, and the final section on Friday afternoon.

I actually posed for a photographer right after crossing the finish line, but I wasn’t sure whether he was still paying attention, and the angle of the picture that I found makes me wonder whether it wasn’t actually another one who took it. But at least I have that shot. There were previous races when all of the photographers seemed to have missed me at the finish, and since this time around I wasn’t exactly going to be able to have a good picture taken later, with the medal, it seemed pretty important to have a better one taken at the finish.
Either way, I was rather stumbling as I made my way to those who were handing out the medals, but it was definitely less bad than after the long practice run. So I received the medal, then grabbed a bottle of water and one of juice, drank a glass of water and ate a piece of banana and eventually two pieces of apple. However, I think I just had one piece of apple at first, probably waiting for a while before I even grabbed that, because I was looking for full fruits and there were none within reach… And when a guy took a crate of mixed fruits to another table and I was trying to work up the courage to just grab something from it, the competition’s medical director came to me and asked how I felt, and when I said that I was quite finished, he said that it showed and asked whether I wanted some salty soup, pointing out the salt residue on my t-shirt and saying that I needed to recover the salt as well, especially if I had just drank water. I didn’t tell him that I had only drank plain water once, but asked whether they just gave that soup away and he said that they gave it to those looking like they needed it, so I accepted his offer and chose chicken when he asked whether I preferred beef, chicken or vegetables. It was just the liquid, however, nothing solid in the bowl, and I wasn’t given a spoon anyway, so I drank it… And it really was awfully salty. But by then that crate was no longer in view, so I had to give up on the idea of taking any fruits for later and I think that was when I grabbed that second piece of apple. And I definitely drank a cup of that other drink before finally leaving that area.
Just a few steps away, massages were being offered, and this time around I decided to have one. But they were actually using order numbers, not making people stand in line, so I asked for a number and, after realizing that it’ll be a while until my turn will come, went to retrieve my bag, also passing by the Zuzu Fit tent and taking a protein milk and a protein yogurt, since they were offering products directly again. Then, after managing to somehow stuff most of what I had into the bag, I decided to also try to use the place where pictures seemed to be taken automatically, but I didn’t know how or even whether it worked, so I stepped on that plate and posed for a few seconds, but the only click I heard was just when I stepped on that plate, which would have made for a particularly poor picture, and it’s not like I knew how to see it later, and I didn’t ask, so I shrugged off the idea of getting a picture that way, returned to the massage area and waited for my turn… Or a little more, since a bunch of numbers were called, the people who were just ahead of me apparently no longer being there, and while I raised my hand when my number was called, I wasn’t noticed, the guy who actually said that he was there when his number was called, a little later, being taken instead. It was only then that I actually said that I was also there, and ended up being taken once another table became available, having a leg massage, plus a little on my back as well, albeit over t-shirt. The person doing the massage commented when she saw the bandages on my heels, since I removed my socks and tights, but I said that they were only there for protection.
After that, I made my way to those who were watching those who were still arriving at the finish, went straight to a guy and, after standing next to him for a little while, until the next finisher seemed to be far enough away, I asked him to take a picture. However, dad called right when I was handing him my phone, after he agreed and I told him that the camera was bad, so the phone should be kept steady, so I excused myself and then got back to him after talking to dad. At that point, he offered to take a picture with his phone and send it to me by Whatsapp, but since I don’t have that, I was left with the picture that my phone could take. The quality is pretty bad, but at least I have one with the medal as well. And then I went behind some other tents, changed out of the t-shirt, took quite a long time to move everything into the other backpack, since I had taken it with me, and finally put on the headphones and jacket and left Constitution Square a little before 3:10 PM.

I walked to Unirii and spotted a fair in that park, so I had a look, then quickly checked that Mega Image, went into that shopping center to pee and wash my hands, face and mouth, only put the mask back on before entering that Carrefour, and walked out of there without having purchased anything either. Then I went to the metro station, showed the card directly, without even trying to use it again, and decided to just get back to Dristor, finally finding something to buy, an expiring bottle of apple juice, at the Mega Image that’s next to that farmers’ market. And, while they didn’t say anything about the full backpack, which I never bothered to put in a cabinet while checking those stores, either, when I entered that Supeco, through the exit door, since the entrance wasn’t working, I was advised to leave that bottle somewhere. But it was clearly from Mega Image, being one of their store brands, so I refused, had a quick look and then entered with it when I checked that Carrefour as well, showing it in passing to the guard when I left, again without finding anything else to get. And then, even though it was terribly crowded, I wasted a little more time checking out the Turkish Festival which I noticed was taking place in the park, before making my way to the newer bakery from this area, also having a quick look in this Mega Image from across the road when I passed by here. And, while they didn’t have what I was actually looking for, at least I did buy one thing from that bakery, obviously still not getting any receipt.
I got back here at 6:20 PM, dropped everything off… And that pressing need which had, as expected, pretty much evaporated after I finished the marathon suddenly reappeared, so I rushed to the toilet, then munched on something while spending some time on the computer and was just leaving again when dad got back… At which point I realized that I had forgotten to lock the door… And then I also forgot to take the mask again, realizing it after I went out the door and coming back for it, so it was at least 7:35 PM when I left again, if not a little later.
After crossing the road, I realized that I had taken the running shoes again, but didn’t have the time to get back and change them, since Penny stores usually close at 8 PM on Sunday and that was my first destination… Though I did quickly check that Mega Image that’s on the way, seeing one of those apple pastries but deciding against buying it, just keeping in mind to have another look on the way back, in case it’ll still be there and discounted at that point… And then, when I got to Penny, I saw that this location closed at 9 PM, so I could get the mozzarella that I wanted and a couple of other things without rushing.
Still, Kaufland closed at 9 PM, so after arranging the purchases in the backpack I rushed there, peed and washed my hands and walked in just after 8:30 PM, without bothering to put the purchases in a cabinet. But nothing interesting was left in the bakery area and, despite noticing a discount that was a little higher than the announced one and meaning to grab a few bananas after having a look around, I forgot to do so, so I just got carrots, which had an evening discount, and a bag of arpacas… Which I initially thought was leaking, but since nothing fell out of it when I tried to check, I shrugged it off and took it. Then I had no problems with the self-checkout and was just finishing when it was announced that the store had closed.
After that, I also went to that Carrefour, put the purchases in a cabinet and bought a few things, needing to call an employee to apply the evening discount at the self-checkout for the bread which I had grabbed for dad. Then I retrieved my things from the cabinet and arranged everything, but I was in a hurry… And at some point I ended up losing the 5 RON bill which I had received as change. But I only realized that two days later, so at that point I just kept going, rushing to also check that Mega Image, I think entering with all of the purchases and grabbing a discounted bread for dad from there as well. I also wanted to get some snacks for him, but I thought that I was going to find them at this other location as well, so I didn’t get them from there… And ended up not getting them at all, since I just managed to get back to this other location at 9:55 PM, obviously once again didn’t take the time to put anything in a cabinet… And had to go back out without any purchases, since those snacks don’t seem to be available at that location, and that apple pastry was no longer there either.

I was back for good a little after 10:10 PM… And when I put some of the purchases in their place, I realized that the bag of arpacas really was leaking, so I put some sticky tape on that area. Then I finished the part about October 3 of the post about the last runs before the marathon and posted it as it was, ate the remaining half of that raisins and nuts mix, talked to dad, and finally went to the bathroom, to use the toilet one more time and take a bath, when it was close to midnight. I still finished a little before 1 AM, but after talking with dad some more, washing and cleaning some of what was in kitchen, and actually making dinner, I only started eating it at 4:45 AM, and took it easy, finishing at 6:15 AM. I used the electric oven to make that pizza and it seemed cooked very unevenly, but it’d have probably been good if I wouldn’t have piled on way too many ingredients, since it was really good around the edge, but rather uncooked towards the middle, where everything was piled on.
I only got in bed at 7:50 AM, but at least that meant that, instead of tossing and turning and possibly giving up and getting back on the computer for a while, as it tends to happen after exhausting runs, it was probably just a little after 8 AM when I fell asleep and I only woke up around 1:15 PM. And, while I got up at that point, around 4 PM I got back in bed and slept for almost one more hour, waking up just after 5 PM, though it was a little after 5:30 PM when I actually got up again.

Written by Cavalary on November 6, 2022 at 11:59 PM in Personal | 0 Comments

No Snow for "Winter" Ski Jumping Either

At the start of 2012 I was wondering whether we’ll lose ski jumping to climate change, and what I saw in today’s season opener struck me as a desperate attempt to prevent or, more likely, delay that for a while longer, at least when it comes to the lack of snow, since it doesn’t do anything to tackle the increasingly unstable weather. Yes, they found other justifications for a plastic landing area, like the season starting earlier than ever, and it’s also true that the increasingly heavy reliance on artificial snow or on transporting “real” snow can’t in any way be seen as sustainable, more and more effort being required in order to present what was quite clearly a lie, but the problem is that it’s necessary. Or at least it was, because even though they say that this will only happen this one time this season, it’s intended to set a precent and allow for more such events in the future.
Such a surface may actually make it easier for jumpers to land properly, but I wouldn’t care and, either way, being at the highest level of a sport isn’t supposed to be easy. What I care about is that it blurs the line between the summer competition, which I still don’t see as “real” ski jumping, and the “proper” one, and the very fact that this one round took place, even if it will indeed prove to be the only one of its kind this season, is likely to make my interest in the sport drop significantly… Not that this is anything new, seeing as my interest in other sports that I used to enjoy watching has been plummeting for quite a number of years because of the direction that they’re being steered in. It probably makes it even sadder, however.

Written by Cavalary on November 5, 2022 at 10:29 PM in Sports | 0 Comments