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.
Ruminations about hermeneutics, theology, theory, politics, ecclesiastical life… and exercise.
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.