Back, To the Future…

Margaret and I had a relaxing midweek visit to Wallingford, where we stayed at the Town Arms (whose very agreeable landlords practically became extended family). We unwound, we ate well, we tramped from church to church (on which more later), and relished the last few days of summer before we put our heads down and turn back to the coal face.

Welcome to Wallingford

All the walking may have helped relax and strengthen the groin muscle/ligament nexus that had been bothering me, so that even though I didn’t run Wednesday morning, my mile this morning went by in an improved 10:32. That’s nowhere near my triumph of the sub-ten-minute mile, but since my running has been intermittent since that day I’ve been working my way back into shape.

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