A Week Later

I gave myself Sunday morning off running (not quite hung over, but undeniably somewhat groggy), but it’s been two miles a day since then. This was the last week of teaching in one of the degree pathways at St Stephen’s House, so I’ll be a bit less frantic beginning next week. And it’s the beginning…

Michaelmas Half Term

Two miles yesterday, in clear 1° air, on dear Margaret’s birthday, and two more this morning in 0° weather. Someone is mocking me. Hot breakfast yesterday, Rick’s today. Time to clean the house for tomorrow’s big birthday bash for my sweetheart.

Wednesday of Fourth

I started exercising about five years ago. I was thinking about two things: My father’s pulmonary fibrosis (and my own shallow breathing), and my mother’s multiple sclerosis. I started by skipping rope, reasoning that this would address both concerns. The aerobic exercise got me breathing more deeply, and the jumping provided a daily check on…