Too Many Tabs Open
I have 74 browser tabs open right now. That’s not a flex — that’s a diagnosis.
I’ve been meaning to write for a while, but I kept waiting for the right thing to say. Turns out there isn’t one. So here’s everything at once.
The running thing
I signed up for a half marathon because I’d never done one. Simple as that. I knew I could — I just hadn’t yet.
I signed up on January 6. Did 37km that month — nothing structured, just getting out the door when I felt like it.
February changed things. 64km. Proper runs, proper routes, in London weather that occasionally dipped below zero. There’s a special kind of misery when it’s -2°C and you just nod at your fellow runners on the Thames Path.
March was 100km. That’s when it stopped being a hobby and started being a mission.
I ran the Battersea Park Half Marathon on April 4. My target was 2:15. I finished in 2:07:47.
The plan was to start slow — 6:30/km for the first few kilometres, then gradually speed up. I stuck to it. Km 1 was 6:32. Patient. Controlled. By km 7, I was running 5:55. By km 9, 5:44. I was flying and I knew it.
Then km 15 happened. 6:15. “You’ve already beaten your target. Just cruise home.”
I didn’t cruise. Km 16 was 5:42 — my fastest of the entire race. Shout out to the lady holding a Mario “Tap Here to Power Up” sign. It worked.
The last kilometre was 6:05. Not fast, not slow. Just… done. I crossed the line, stopped my Strava (priorities), and stood there for a moment. It wasn’t life-changing in the way people describe on Instagram. It was more like validation. Proof that signing up in January — before I’d even laced up properly — was the right call.
Race day itself was 30,000 steps. That night, I flew to Valencia on two hours of sleep. 18,000 steps on Sunday, 14,000 on Monday — visited the biggest aquarium in Europe. Because apparently I don’t know how to close tabs — I just open more.
The trading thing
Early 2026, while everyone was sharing their yearly portfolio performance, I picked up swing trading. Not because I thought I was going to get rich — but because I had opinions about markets and zero ability to act on them. So I started reading charts, learning patterns, building a strategy.
I did everything right. Studied the setups. Built a system. Paper-traded it for a month to make sure it actually worked. It did — on paper, my strategy was printing money. I was confident. Dangerously confident.
Then a war broke out and the markets fell off a cliff.
Turns out, no amount of backtesting prepares you for geopolitics. My strategy was designed for a market that no longer existed. Every pattern I’d learned to spot was getting steamrolled by headlines I couldn’t predict. Humbling.
The process is addictive, though. I created my personal dashboard (trade.rishabsehra.com — more on that later) that screens stocks based on my strategies.
The cooking thing
My wife makes amazing tiramisu. I help with the oven.
Why this blog
Because sharing all this on Instagram and LinkedIn felt like oversharing, this somehow doesn’t.
2026 is the year of doing things I’ve never done before. One per quarter. Q1 was the half marathon. Q2 is writing publicly. No more “eventually”.
This is me, starting.
More, whenever I have something to say.