Time speeds by

As my great hero and role model Victor Meldrew would say, “I don’t believe it.”

Yet another Monday morning has snuk up on me and the sidebar on my laptop is telling me it is already November 12th …. good heavens to Betsy, it only seems like yesterday that we were welcoming in 2007.

I once read a very good theory as to why time seems to fly as you get older and the more I think about it the more I believe it is right. It goes something like this.

When you are ten years old a single year is 10% of your life, which is quite a significant proportion of it. That is why school holidays seemed to last forever.

When you are 50 though, the same year only represents 2% of your life, a much smaller proportion. So relatively speaking, a year for a 50 year old seems to pass by five times quicker than a year for the ten year old.

Think about it!!

OK that is enough philosophy, my brain is starting to hurt.

Time flying has been relevant this last week because doing my paperwork I realise I drove over 1,100 miles last week, just going racing, yet the week just flew by. I have worked out I spent around 24 hours last week just driving. That's a whole bloody day!!!! Am I mad, or what?

This week is going to be a great deal less driving. Tomorrow Kempton stages a rare “real” race meeting – by real I mean a jump meeting and not the usual silly sand stuff. I am just going to check the cards and if they are any good I will be there tomorrow.

On Thursday it is off to Taunton – I need to do a review of the course for the web site. My memories from previous visits is of a rather basic, compact course.

The real racing this week, however, starts on Thursday, with the three day Cheltenham meeting, what I call the mini festival – guess where I will be later this week?

Oh well enough blogging – I need to write to make some money!!