All posts in April 2020

Morning run: 8°, 10:04, legs heavy, knees stiff. We prayed Lauds with Fr Yaro Walker: Margaret set to work on a column that will appear in tomorrow’s ABC website while I read more Newman. It’s Nate’s birthday. I looked for my archives to find the earliest time I mentioned this fact on my blog, but…

You wouldn’t have guessed by the way the day turned out, but this morning started at a nippy 3°, making the air less breathable (well, equally breathable, I suppose, but less agreeable to the lung) than I’d anticipated. My legs felt heavy, but I just forged ahead and come home in 10:04. After breakfast (fruit…

Rainy morning, so the decent temperature of 11° soaked into a chillier feeling. Warm-ups just barely limbered up my limbs, and ‘getting out of the drizzle’ didn’t provide enough motivation to speed me home. Still, the mile came in at 10:07, so that’s okay. The news this morning is abuzz with Boris Johnson’s hospitalisation. I…

For a long time I had been putting off the purchase of a Bluetooth speaker, even though one would be very handy in this wireless world. I might sit in the garden, or the dining room, or even go upstairs, while still listening to music from our main digital repository. Still, the good ones seemed…

I didn’t think to write during the day, so a quick overview. Ran my mile in 6°, no breeze, 10:14. Participated in Mass from St Benet’s, Kentish Town. Worked on the Easter Sermon that I (perhaps ill-advisedly) agreed to record. Fretted a bit about Josiah and the virus. We got news that one of Margaret’s…

Chilly morning again, but my legs were more limber. No breeze, 3°, and a mile in 9:59. We’re having a simulated Saturday breakfast instead of going to our usual brunch at Queen’s Lane. Though hearty, my breakfast did not quell the grumblings of appetite; such is the nature of desire. Nonetheless, I resisted temptation, made…

Morning continues less chilly, 6° with no noticeable wind. My legs were reluctant — again, the lifty-uppy bits that connect the thigh to the torso voted firmly against anything but the most cursory run — though the mile went by without stress. 10:15. Breakfast, followed by morning prayer and blogging about the church and the…

Not so cold this morning — 5°, light wind — and although I was generally limber, I felt some resistance from the lifter-upper muscles in my thighs. The morning run was 10:05. I had some tidying up to do at the college, sorting out leftover marking and so on; that, and some reading, took up…

Just to perpetuate the unfunny joke, the temperature descended to 0° this morning (-1° when I woke up). The air was still, so the cold didn’t bite the way it has other mornings. I warmed up effectively, had a good run (insofar as that’s not oxymoronic), and got home in 9:53. Even more encouraging, my…