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Since it was in 2021, so not that long ago, when I last took the Political Compass test, and I didn’t see any reason to take it again before or during all the elections we had here last year, there’d have been little point to do so now, even if the repeated presidential election is coming. However, after having stayed well clear of anything of the sort so far, I have recently tried to use ChatGPT and one of the things I asked it was where would it place itself on that chart, and if at first it said that it has no position because it doesn’t have personal opinions, when some time later I asked whether it could take the test, picking the answers according to how correct it deems the statements to be, it said that it could, but that I had to provide the questions. So I did, at which point I also took the test again, before selecting the answers it provided and finding its score as well.
So, to start with my score, it’s -8.38 on the economic axis and -5.28 on the social one. That means that I haven’t moved in the least since 2021 on the economic axis and my previous assessment that I reached the limits of what the test can support when it comes to my position on that axis seems even more accurate, while on the social axis I moved back to what’d likely be a more accurate position, that -6.56 from 2021 seeming to have been too far all along. Then again, I was a little farther, at -5.54, in 2014 as well, and since I was saying back then that on most of the previous times I had taken the test, my position on that axis had only varied by a few tenths, this may well be one of my lowest scores… Or highest if you take the actual value into account. But I was also saying in 2021 that my increasingly negative views regarding Progressives, who are growing ever more similar to the Conservatives from that point of view, the difference being that what they mean to enforce goes in the opposite direction, can cause strange shifts in my score on that axis.
But I’m sure that anyone who may happen to read this is far more interested in ChatGPT’s score, which was -7.13 on the economic axis and -5.90 on the social one. And yes, the similarity does make me wonder whether its positions were in some way influenced by the fact that it was talking to me, so it might have been trying to match mine more closely, but I don’t have an account and when I asked it to take the test, I did it in a new browsing session, so I tried to minimize any risk of such influences. Of course, you may do the same and see whether things change, but at this point I’m wondering how many, including among those who created, maintain and train it, would be bothered by such a Leftist AI.

In the early hours of March 15, I got ready for the morning and managed to eat dinner a little earlier, between 2:40 AM and 3:15 AM, and then I also shaved before getting in bed, at 4:15 AM, and actually managing to fall asleep pretty quickly, so I slept for about an hour and a half until the alarm rang, at 6 AM, and I got up. Then I ate some yogurt with quite a lot of oats, added a couple more things in the backpack, and left at 7:15 AM. I didn’t jog at all on the way to the metro station and when I got there I realized that I should have, since a metro had just left and then I waited some eight minutes for the next one. But it wasn’t a problem, so after reaching Victory Square I even went around and used that better public toilet from that area to pee again before reaching the parking lot a little after 7:50 AM. We had been told to arrive at 7:45 AM, but the buses were supposed to leave at 8 AM and I climbed in one where a coordinator was just saying something, so he also confirmed that it was one of the buses that went to the tree planting and I took a seat, the bus leaving a little after 8:05 AM, with less than two thirds of the seats occupied and nobody sitting next to me. So I put on the headphones, pulled out The Dark Defiles and read pretty much all the way, just writing my name and signing the list when it reached me. I should have probably at least started the book before then, starting it on a bus, on very little sleep, close to two and a half years after reading the previous one in the series not being the best idea, but I couldn’t do much about it at that point…
Either way, this time around we were planting in the Bucov Botanical Garden and we got there a little after 9:30 AM, and after walking to the actual planting location it was nice to see that those who had signed those lists on the bus didn’t have to sign something else after getting there as well, and when it came to the kit, since each item was offered separately, I just took the gloves, since I have plenty of reusable bottles and those things that go on the neck and vests didn’t seem to be available anymore. There was a stack of vests there, but I heard one of the volunteers say that those were for those who were there with their companies and when I asked about the blue ones I was told that they were out of them since there had been many children, including Scouts, and they were given to them first. Moments later, that volunteer got back to me and said that I could take one of the other vests after all, but I waved the idea away, saying that it wasn’t raining or muddy. And then I took two bananas, two of the small packs of biscuits and two apples and put a teabag and water that was from one of the heaters but wasn’t even warm into the reusable bottle which I had taken with me. There were boxes of some other things to munch on under the tables, but I knew that I didn’t like the ingredients of those, so I didn’t try to take any, eating the bananas, albeit after replacing one with a somewhat less green one that I spotted when I had another look in the box, and the biscuits and holding on to the apples and the tea. Later, on my way to the area that the regular volunteers had been assigned to, I saw a few boxes of those nicer biscuits on the back of one of the vans, but they seemed empty and I couldn’t spot any more right away, so I didn’t take a closer look.
But I’m skipping ahead, so I’ll go back a little and mention that the speech started at 10:05 AM and, after the group picture, it was a few minutes after 10:30 AM when we could get to work. We were told to work in pairs, but I obviously had no intention of doing that, so I took a spade and hoped that nobody would approach me and ask to form a team while I listened to the instructions given by the coordinators from that area and then got ready to start and, fortunately, nobody did.
It was almost 10:50 AM when I actually started working, and the ground was soft, so it was easy to dig, and the fact that the spots weren’t marked and we were asked to plant the saplings a spade’s length apart wasn’t a surprise anymore… But I probably planted the first six saplings on the wrong row, since the area assigned to regular volunteers was split in six, signs stating which kind of three should go there were only at the end of some of the rows, and after taking those saplings I walked for a while, looking for a row that nobody else was working on, and I guess that I must have moved to another row while doing so, probably in order to go around someone else, and then didn’t get back to the correct row. Seeing as, in most cases, the only indication regarding what should be planted on a row was what was in the bucket placed at the end of it and those buckets weren’t even at the end of each section and could obviously be moved by anyone, it’s also possible that I had actually planted those correctly and someone had switched buckets by the time I went to get more, meaning that I possibly planted others wrong instead, but since others had started from the other end of that row and planted saplings that were obviously different, and they planted more of them, mine do seem to have been the wrong ones.
Either way, after planting those six I dug a seventh hole and then left my spade there and went to get more saplings… Only to find my spade gone and a sapling planted in that hole by the time I got back, so I went back to look for another free spade and when I got back and happened to mention that somebody seemed to have snatched my spade, a woman who was working in that area said that she had, since it seemed discarded. She left it there after that, but I already had another, so I no longer needed that one. And later, as I was looking for more spots to plant in, at one point even asking the coordinator to point me to one but basically being told to just look around on my own, I found several holes which had been dug without anything being planted there yet and planted in one before continuing to dig on my own, so I clearly planted 25 trees by the time I stopped, at 1:05 PM, counting the hole that I didn’t get to plant in and the sapling planted in somebody else’s hole as one when put together. And I did my best to avoid making more mistakes, but I know that some buckets had been moved, and at one point I asked a coordinator what should be on a row that had no bucket and took his answer to be correct even if the bucket with those saplings was on the next one, so I can’t be sure.
It had been announced that lunch was going to start being served at 1:30 PM, but I hadn’t taken any break until then, really needed to pee, and the toilets were quite some distance away, so I walked there, wanting to also drink the tea on the way, since I hadn’t touched it until then either. However, the teabag had torn inside the bottle, so I tried to filter what I could through my teeth, spitting a few times and eventually spilling what was left on the bottom. And a tiny piece of the bottle’s clasp had somehow broken while I worked and, if I had managed to make it stay in its place until then even so, it apparently fell at some point while I walked and I only realized it after finally reaching the toilets and hanging the bottle and the gloves in a tree that was there, and I couldn’t spot it when I made my way back, so I couldn’t hang the bottle on my belt again. But the first problem was that tea dust that was left in it, so when I passed by a table with some water jugs, I used some water from one to rinse it. And then, when I reached the water tank with a spigot, I also washed the bottle on the outside a little before washing my hands. And it was nice of them to offer that option to wash, though I’d have still wanted a way to do so right after using the toilet as well.
Either way, even if I made those two stops on the way back and also walked slowly while trying to drink that tea and making an attempt to look for that fallen clasp, the fact that it was almost 1:30 PM when I reached the “base” area should prove just how far the toilets were. And lunch wasn’t just already being served, but pretty much every seat was already taken at the tables, so I got another tea, that time asking the volunteer to put the water, which was actually really hot, in the bottle, since the heater’s spigot was on her side, and finding later that she hadn’t filled it, then I also grabbed an alcohol-free radler and put it in the backpack, meaning to give it to my mother, and took lunch, along with two buns. It was unpleasant that lunch came in boxes, in plastic things, one for the main course and another for the salad, and the buns were also packaged, and they were also of low quality and with ingredients that would have normally made me to stay well away, since they included sugar and “vegetable fats”, without specifying that they weren’t hydrogenated, which generally makes me assume that they are. But, while I eventually managed to find a place to sit at a table where two women and the daughter of one of them had struck a chat and when the girl said that she didn’t want the rest of her food the other woman asked to take it, to give it to her dogs, which also reminded me of the fact that a dog shelter was just next to the botanical garden and at least the leftover meat could be given there, even more unpleasant was how much food so many others once again threw away, as you can also see in the pictures I took that day. And people also put any kind of trash in any bin, but in that case I also blame the organizers, because that day even I had a hard time figuring out which bins were for recyclables and which for other things.
A strange thing was that Andrei, as in the president of the NGO who organized the event, had clearly announced that they had too much food and asked people to not be shy and ask for more if they want it, so they won’t be left with it, yet after I finished that serving, only holding on to the second bun, and actually went back to take another, the volunteer who was there told the woman who did the same just ahead of me that she couldn’t give her more… So that woman just grabbed another serving of the main course by herself and walked away. But I asked the volunteer again, and when she said that she had been told that she shouldn’t offer a second serving I stepped away for a while, asking again after another person just took another serving and walked away and yet again being told that she had been told to not give more, though at that point she said that she’ll ask again. So I ate that second bun and threw away the utensils, which I had held on to until then… Only for Andrei to once again take the microphone and ask people, quite insistently, to take more food because they had entire crates left and they didn’t want to go back with it, and then even taking some servings and walking around and handing them to people directly, so I went back yet again and pretty much just pointedly stared at that volunteer, who meekly gave me another complete serving, as in main course, salad and bun, only hesitating when it came to the utensils, but giving me another set of those as well when I said that I had just thrown the first ones away. I couldn’t use the opportunity to also try the vegan meal, since they only had the regular main course left, but I quickly ate that second serving as well before dropping off the gloves and walking away at 2:20 PM.
Since there didn’t seem to be many volunteers still behind me at that point, I didn’t want to have to make that long detour to the toilets which I had used the first time, so it was a good thing that I spotted others, which were just on the way back to the buses, and could use one of those to pee again… The problem being that, while there was a small tank of water in that area, it was empty, and the drinking fountain that I noticed a little later and which I made a detour to didn’t work either, so I had no way to wash my hands. But at least that detour made me get and stay off the path for a while, so I had a little look around as I made my way back to the buses, spotting a sequoia that might be giant someday, but that moment is a long way off.
Either way, I was back on the same bus which I had arrived there on a few minutes after 2:30 PM, we left a little after 2:50 PM, with even fewer people than there had been on the way there, a few having chosen to return with some friends, by car, and arrived back at Victory Square at 4:20 PM. But the ride was quite infuriating, starting as soon as I took a seat, which was initially a different one that ended up being behind a little girl who turned towards me and started asking who I was, albeit without addressing me, so probably talking to her mother. And when I ignored her she kept repeating the question, screaming ever louder and more hysterically, and her mother saying that not all people want to talk to little children didn’t make any difference, so I just closed the book, which I had taken out again by then, and moved two seats back, probably to where I had sat on the way there and which allowed me to read on the way back as well. But that prompted screams asking why did I leave, again probably addressed to her mother, and that girl continued to be an awful nuisance, almost constantly screaming and climbing over the seat or her parents, though at least her father, who was sitting across the aisle, didn’t have much patience for her, passing her back to her mother when she’d climb over him and keep screaming and making impossible demands, such as, for example, to make it possible to be back home that very instant. But her mother wasn’t just all too accepting of that, but even looked smugly back at me when I threw her a murderous look as I got off the bus. But I was impressed by the self control displayed by the little boy who sat in front of me, who became that girl’s next target but just calmly said that he didn’t want to play with her when she started screaming at him and then completely ignored her hysterics all the way back, though quite a few were aimed directly at him.

The plan would have been for this post to at the very least include all of that day, especially since I took part in an event at Victory Square that evening, and at first I actually meant to include two more days in it, but when I couldn’t even finish the part about the planting by midnight, the last four paragraphs above only being added Saturday afternoon, when I edited the post in order to do so, I decided to leave it at that and include the rest in another post. And I even forgot to move that post that’s set to show up at 11:59 PM on Sunday if I don’t do so, meaning that it once again showed up for a couple of minutes…

A recent study showing that the rural population in the analyzed areas has been massively underestimated was reflected in the media as meaning that the world’s population could be billions higher than currently reported, this assessment seeming to have originated in The Independent and then snowballed from there. However, the study mainly focuses on how such wrong estimates affect decisions and are likely to lead to far fewer resources directed to rural areas than necessary, the effect on global population estimates barely being mentioned in passing, even in the press release. Plus that the study does state that more recent estimates appear to be far more accurate than those that the study is based on and that the findings from the studies areas can’t be applied globally.
Looking at it from that perspective, the main conclusion is just the one that the study’s authors also point out, that rural populations, especially in less developed areas, have been receiving far less resources and attention than necessary… Not that a study was needed to know that, since it’s something that pretty much goes without saying. And the fact that those populations haven’t been counted correctly and that the estimates have been lower than the real values is also a logical assumption. And, while these errors definitely can’t be applied globally, they have been proven to exist in some of the most populous regions, and it seems logical to assume that errors found in China or Brazil would be reflected in pretty much the whole rest of Asia and South America, as well as in Africa, and in fact that they are likely to be even worse in most of those areas.
However, since the study uses data for the 1975 to 2010 period and makes comparisons between the different datasets using data from 2000, and since such estimates have greatly improved recently, the improvements being particularly massive in those less developed regions, plus that the percentage of people living in rural areas keeps dropping anyway, any extrapolation of these results even when it comes to those particular regions, not to mention the world as a whole, is certain to be a gross exaggeration. It doesn’t mean that the world’s population isn’t underestimated, which remains probable, but that the error is much lower… Not that any additional number of people wouldn’t still be another pile of rocks on an already breaking camel’s back, and when those people are in the poor regions that will, and definitely should, see a massive improvement in living standards, which will also result in greater resource consumption, it spells even more problems in the future.
On the other hand, for those looking for any tiny sliver of a silver lining, it may actually be found by looking at the findings in another way. If those populations have been underestimated so massively in the past, it may mean that the population growth rate has slowed more than the current reports show. Once again, when the world has been terribly overpopulated for several decades and the rate of destruction and depletion is only at its current levels because the large majority of people have been living, and many still live, in awful conditions, a massive reduction of the population is the first necessary, albeit nowhere near sufficient in itself, condition to even having a future on this planet in the long term, not to mention actually repairing the damage done and also allowing the other species we share, or should be sharing, it with to live their lives and thrive. But if the rate of growth has, in fact, slowed more than reported, and if that happened most notably in the areas where the growth has been most pronounced and where consumption should also, entirely justifiably, increase the most, it may mean that things will worsen slightly more slowly than expected and the ultimate disaster will come slightly later… And that, for entirely natural causes, some more of us will be spared of living to see it.

The plan for this post was to also include yesterday, when I planted trees and then took part in a pro-EU demonstration, but when I couldn’t even finish writing about this week’s run by midnight, the part about the problems I had during the run only being added Thursday evening, when I edited the post, it makes more sense to leave yesterday for another post, even if this quite clearly makes this a waste of a personal “slot”. Either way, to start with the early hours of March 10, I ended up eating dinner between 3:30 AM and 4:05 AM, with some more of that peanut butter expired for half a year on all of the bread. Then, after getting up after the alarm rang, at 1:30 PM, I had the usual stuff, but the yogurt was a really nice “Greek” one, with 9% protein and 2% fat, and I also added raisins in dark chocolate in it, while all of the almonds were once again those baked ones with Himalayan salt, still leaving the last few unsalted ones for another time. And, for another sweet thing, I put honey and jam between some of those wheat things. And I left at 4:15 PM, wearing the full running gear and one armband, with the slip of paper with the emergency information in the pocket of my tights, but sticking to the old running shoes. The reported temperature was 21°C, dropping to 17-18°C by the time I finished.
The time was 1:47:23, with sector times of 4:26, 5:14, 6:05, 4:38, 5:10, 6:06, 4:45, 5:19, 6:11, 4:45, 5:20, 6:13, 4:50, 5:23, 6:16, 4:48, 5:28, 6:23, 1:55, 6:12 and 1:56, making for lap times of 15:45, 15:54, 16:15, 16:18, 16:29 and 16:39, plus 10:03 for that final portion. While I had a faint hope to do a little better, the realistic target seemed to be to just squeeze under 1:48, and the rough target times that I had at the start added up to that… But when I recalculated them, after the first lap, assuming that I’ll get 15 seconds slower on each of the next four laps and 30 seconds slower on lap six, I knew that a minute was added to the total but was somehow convinced that those new times would have still allowed me to squeeze under 1:48. So it’s a really good thing that, when I realized that I might have a chance to be a minute, and eventually a minute and a half, faster, I did my best to manage that, so I didn’t end up doing even worse than I initially thought I would without even realizing it.
Either way, I started at a controlled pace and was content with that time on the first sector, but then the goal became to cover the first lap in less than 15:45 and I failed to do so by fractions of a second, and going so much over six minutes on sector three of lap one was also a bad sign. So I recalculated those target times and, as a result, I was actually a little pleased with lap two and content with lap three, after which I started wondering whether I could actually be a minute faster, which I was convinced meant getting under 1:47. So the targets for the remaining laps became 16:20, 16:30 and 16:45 and it all worked out, though it was tight and I was concerned, so I pushed a little more on laps four and five… And then I pushed even more on lap six, wondering if I’ll be able to gain 30 more seconds by the end, which meant that I needed a few on that lap, seeing as the target for the final portion was 10:30 and I really didn’t see how I could get below 10:00 and recover all of that time there. And I obtained those seconds, so I really went for it on that final portion, wanting to know that, whether I’ll manage it or not, I did everything to gain those seconds, and being pleasantly surprised to find myself already safe before the final sector. However, as I said, I was certain that I was about to squeeze under 1:46:30, since I don’t look at the minutes while running, and by then it was starting to get darker anyway, so it was a very unpleasant surprise, if not even a shock, to see the actual time at the end. At least it’s better than a year ago, and also a little better than the initial target, but it’s not something that I can work with if I’m to think of this year’s half marathon…
That feeling that something wasn’t quite right which I had also noticed in the past after eating those wheat things was present that day as well, so I should probably give up on them, at least after finishing those I already have, but at that point I just had to deal with it, as well as with an overall feeling of heaviness in my abdomen that appeared from the very beginning and with the need to snap my back, which appeared soon after I started and never really went away, at least a part of the feeling from my abdomen likely being reflected from there. But the problems became more notable from lap three, my right knee giving warnings on sector one and my hands already starting to go numb by the end of sector two.
While I remember that there was one thing that I was making a mental note of on each sector for quite some time, by the time I got back I only clearly recalled those first two things, so past that point I’m not sure of the exact order and I likely forgot some details completely. I really don’t know what it was that I felt on sector three of lap three, but I believe that it was at the start of lap four when a certain pressing need appeared, and it gradually worsened, becoming rather concerning by the end of sector two of lap six before suddenly lessening, which was a relief. Then I once again no longer know what it was that I felt on sector two of lap four, but I believe that it was at the end of that lap when my left knee also starting giving some warnings and I tried to put more weight on the right leg again, which led to some pretty notable pain from that knee right away, so at the start of the following lap. Then again, while it seems too early if I think about it, it is also possible that these things happened a lap earlier. Either way, I tried to balance things after that, which eventually led to pretty much my entire right side hurting, a slight cramp even appearing on the inside of that elbow, and on lap six both ankles were starting to give some warnings as well. None of the problems, with the possible exception of that brief but quite acute jab in my right knee, were exactly bad on their own, but they were things to manage and kept adding up.
Otherwise, past a more or less normal amount of weaving and going the long way around, whether because of the damaged lane or because of people, it was definitely on a sector one when I hesitated and sidestepped quickly because a man tried to clear the lane when he saw me coming but I had already committed to the inside, but whether that was lap four or five, I can’t recall. But I do know that it was on sector two of the final portion when a girl and a woman, so probably her mother, cut across the lane without looking right in front of me and I barely avoided the girl, needing to slow to squeeze around her, at which point the mother muttered after me and the girl actually shouted at me to go to hell! On the other hand, on the first sector of that final portion I stopped for a couple of seconds to see the time, and on the second sector I slowed to a walk for another couple of seconds for that same reason.

On the way back, I decided to have a quick look in the nearby Mega Image, picking up a can with the deposit symbol just before getting there and then seeing a bag with more recyclables with the deposit symbol in the trash can that’s in front of the store, so I grabbed that as well and entered with it, but then I found the reason why it was there, which was that the recycling machine wasn’t working, so I left it in front of it while I had a very quick look in the store and then picked it back up. Then, since I took the last slice of the cake bought back in October out of the freezer, after keeping it there all this time, I decided to take all of my bread out as well, to see just what I had and rearrange it. And then I ate a bag of peanuts, so I got some 950 calories just from that, and that slice of cake, changed, albeit leaving the running t-shirt on, and left again at 8:30 PM, with the recyclables with the deposit symbol.
Well, the machine from the nearby Penny was once again not working, so I put those recyclables in a cabinet, without locking it, and bought some things, though they were out of the frozen peas that I wanted to get for dad, and which were the main reason why I had decided to still go to Penny even though it was already quite late when I left. Either way, after arranging the purchases in the backpack and retrieving the recyclables, I continued to Kaufland, picking up a few more recyclables with the deposit symbol on the way and putting all of them in the machine from there, separating on two vouchers. That machine didn’t seem to like cans, since each of those required multiple attempts, and the Pepsi bottle that had no cap required me to pick up a discarded one and place it on it, but it eventually accepted everything. Then, after washing my hands, I entered the store, with the purchases from Penny, a few minutes after 9:30 PM, first grabbing a large paper towel roll that was discounted because the plastic bag was torn and then returning to the fruits and vegetables and getting two celery roots, a grapefruit and a bag of Mandarin oranges, all of these having evening discounts. And the announcement that the store had closed came while I was using the self-checkout machine, where I also used both of the vouchers received for the recyclables. Then I took my time to arrange the purchases and finally walked away at 10:10 PM, picking up two more recyclables with the deposit symbol on the way back, though the bottom of one was quite crushed and I did what I could to straighten it.
I got back at 10:40 PM, then cleaned the litter box and went to drop a bag of trash down the chute, put the purchases in their place, ate an orange that I already had and lunch, washed the few things that were in the kitchen, did the day’s squats, and it was a little after 12:30 AM when I went to the bathroom, to use the toilet and wash. It was several minutes after 1:30 AM when I was done, and then I decided to also wash a pot and a lid, ending up eating dinner between 3:25 AM and 4:05 AM.

I guess it was only a matter of time until somebody did it, but it surprises me that it was the Norwegian team who cheated by manipulating their ski jumping equipment. Admittedly, it’s one of the biggest and most organized teams, so they were able to pull it off, and they’re also in the fight for top positions, so they have the motive, especially since they hosted the Nordic World Ski Championships and then obviously also wanted to do well in Raw Air, but I just wouldn’t have seen them as having the necessary mindset, and others seem to share that feeling. Not that it’s in any way certain that they were the only ones to at least attempt something like this, of course, but they actually pulled it off and then they were discovered, so the fact is undeniable, and I’m actually somewhat surprised that, at least so far, the only ones who are suspended are the head coach and equipment manager, who confessed, the assistant coach, and at this point five male ski jumpers, and in case of the jumpers the suspension is provisional. I mean, for something like that to be pulled off, pretty much everyone had to be in on it, which makes the attempts by the jumpers to say that they had no knowledge of what was going on quite laughable, and an even further embarrassment.
Still, those five include Norway’s top three jumpers, all of them currently in the top 15 and Johann Andre Forfang having still been in the fight for third place by the end of the season, so this should clarify some matters in both the individual and the country standings, though it also means less of a competition at the top in the season’s remaining rounds. But the bigger question is just when did they start doing this and what results were impacted, because that could also affect the results of others who are currently in the fight for a top position, including the championship battle between Tschofenig and Hoerl.
And then, on top of the stain that this puts on the sport, there’s the way the equipment control policy was changed as a result of this, with jumpers only allowed one suit until the end of the season, a second one only being made available “in case of irreparable damage”, and all suits will be kept by the FIS, only being made available to the jumpers half an hour before a jump and needing to be returned within 30 minutes of the jump… Which is what tends to happen, treating everyone as a criminal because a few are, making changes that harm those who follow the rules and likely have the worst impact on those of lesser means or abilities, who might want to use other opportunities to train, using their actual equipment, which will also be used in the major official competitions, or simply take the time to get more used to it and extract the most from it, and will now be unable to do so anymore. Admittedly, at the moment this decision is only supposed to apply until the end of the current season, but it seems highly unlikely that they won’t stick to it or something like it in the future as well.