Having been running daily for years now, I always marvel at how unpredictable the experience will be. Yesterday I made the run at what is for me a decent pace, despite my legs feeling as heavy, leaden, as they ever have; today they were a bit livelier, but my pace was a bit slower. And I expect that they’ll never recover the springiness that I can observe in others and recall from younger days. Ah, well, two more miles in the book.
I’ll start my hot breakfast soon, then get ready for church. I’m both celebrating and preaching this morning, so I will be knackered when we get home for lunch.