Cold Sunday
11:24 — cold day, no part of my body wanted to run, but the time was good anyway.
Ruminations about hermeneutics, theology, theory, politics, ecclesiastical life… and exercise.
11:24 — cold day, no part of my body wanted to run, but the time was good anyway.
Last week I neglected to post my result — I was in a bit of a rush to get to Morning Prayer, and I was frustrated by how the run felt (my breath was shallow, still, and my legs were leaden). Last week I ran my mile in 11:42, at about the best I have done in this experiment.
This week I didn’t break stride until I’d run four blocks (by far the best I’ve done — last week I barely made it three blocks) and didn’t feel too bad all along, and I managed the last block on the run without breaking stride. In the end I ran my mile in 11:22, a very encouraging time indeed.
I knew this was coming — a slow day, drifting back to 12:03. This was the coldest morning I’ve run, so breathing was tighter; moreover, my legs were leaden. I kept a moderately steady pace, but slow.