I ran my two yesterday morning in pleasant weather with mostly satisfactory comfortable limbs at a decent pace. I then proceeded to squander the whole day rather than buckle down and get to work on my overdue essay. Well, not the whole day; I did work on the Sunday Missal for St Helen’s, and I spent most of the day with Margaret (which is never a waste, of course).
I had a lie-in this morning, so I opted not to run, and attacked my daily responsibilities with refreshed energy. I hesitate to think I should skip running more often, but I can see a possible value in occasional breaks (especially if I’m getting stultified by my work routine).