It’s raining this morning, and I’m not so incautious as to risk twisting my wobbly legs or ankles, or chance a head cold at the beginning of term, so I won’t run my mile this morning. I will, however, note my last two times: a 10:38 last Sunday, and a 10:28 on Wednesday. I’m a tiny bit reluctant not to run. That is, I still hate running, but I recognise that if I don’t do it regularly it only makes the exercise even less pleasant. Indeed, I keep thinking about running more often, or longer, with a view to making each instance of running less exasperating (and perhaps to some extent alleviate my shortness of breath).