I don’t know about you but I’m getting increasingly brassed off with the various doom-mongers at the Met Office. Everywhere you turn, they’re there, pointing at tightly packed isobars, pawing over vigorous Atlantic depressions and giving another dismal weather front a silly little name while the salivating, 24-hour news goons leap into DEFCON 1 mode and bombard a scunnered nation with images of waves, a few wonky bits of scaffolding and some more waves spraying a passing train as they launch into full-on, high-definition apocalypse-vision. As I gazed forlornly out of my window at the general misery, I was convinced one of the omnipresent BBC forecasters was actually hosting my own reflection … and even that absurd vision came with an amber ‘be aware’ warning as my gentle tears of winter woe were falling on already saturated ground.

Yes, January was a hell of a month. Jordan Spieth may be thinking that too. Over the course of the first four weeks of the new year, Spieth competed in Hawaii, Abu Dhabi and Singapore as he embarked on the kind of frenzied globe-trotting that would have had Phileas Fogg saying ‘you fellas plough on, I’m going to have a few nights in this beachside retreat’.

It’s been hectic but it’s been profitable and in that run of events, the world No 1 has posted a win, a share of fifth and a second, while the handsome ‘appearance fees’ will have aided some of the jet lag. At the same time, however, you have to wonder what the longer term effects will be. Ok, Spieth is only 22 and he’s hardly going to be travelling about in cattle class and saving the pennies in a budget hotel but, while his rivals in the upper echelons have been gently easing themselves into the new campaign, the young Texan has been whirling about like a dervish in a spin dryer.

Among his many endearing qualities, Spieth displays an honesty and a sense of duty that is mightily impressive. The week before last year’s Open at St Andrews, for instance, he remained steadfastly loyal to the promoters of the John Deere Classic – and event he was given an invitation to when he was finding his feet on the PGA Tour – and sacrificed a number of days of links preparation on Scottish soil in order to play in Illinois. Of course, all the experts said he was daft and couldn’t expect to turn up at the Old Course a few days before the game’s biggest championship, adapt to the abundant nuances of the ancient links and continue his assault on the third leg of the Grand Slam. Well, we were the dafties as Spieth won the John Deere, breezed into the Auld Grey Toun with winning momentum and eventually finished just a shot outside the play-off for the Claret Jug.

The 2015 season was one in which Spieth could do no wrong. He has become such a powerful, marketable, global figure that everybody is wanting to dip their bread in the sloshing gravy boat and that is where the danger lies. Just a couple of weeks ago in Abu Dhabi, Spieth delivered these telling lines. “We are kind of beat up mentally and physically, we're not 100 percent right now," he said.

According to his proposed schedule, Spieth’s defence of his Masters title in April will be his ninth worldwide event in 12 weeks. That is a rigorous run by anybody’s standards and the extra burdens of pressure and expectation that he carries as the global game’s No 1 only adds to the hefty weight. In the modern era, superstar status, with its unrelenting scrutiny and remorseless demands, can be ruthlessly draining.

Spieth and those around him have put together this robust schedule themselves but he is surely at a stage where he doesn’t need to be careering about here, there and everywhere. The leading players these days tend to adopt a less is more approach to the diary and try to build themselves up for the major contests with a considered programme that will, hopefully, have them in tip-top condition for the big assaults. The golf schedule this year, in particular, is as meaty and as tightly-packed as a butcher’s sausage with the Open and the US PGA Championship being just 11 days apart, the Olympics following hard on those heels and a Ryder Cup in there for good measure.

Despite all the golf that gets played around the world at this time of the year, the ‘real’ season starts with the Masters and the last thing you want is to be a jiggered, spent force before the first meaningful shot of the major year has been struck. As the campaign unfolds, only time will tell if Spieth’s early globetrotting will affect his quest for global dominance.