I skipped my morning run yesterday, after a late and convivial evening at the Oriel Gaudy (for graduates from 1966 to 1971, which meant that I was the second-youngest person in the chapel, after my Lord the Provost). Then I took a relaxing Saturday to release some of the residual tension from term-time.
This morning, 5° and the usual two miles, at a gentle pace to accommodate my limbs’ day of rust.