I did run my two miles yesterday in considerable heat, then ate breakfast, hurried to Fairacres, said the Mass, hurried to the King’s Arms to have Sunday dinner with Ed Watson and Kim, and at last sauntered home with Margaret and Nate, after which all settled down for a restful rest-of-day.
This morning the temperature is down to 13°, a very good temperature for running, my legs were limber but tired, my eyes and nose streaming from pollen, my pace adequate but undistinguished, but another two miles in the books.