Yesterday morning I had a really good run: nice and steady, some bounce to my stride, good pace, satisfying kick at the home end. I spent time working on liturgical ordos for St Helen’s, and did some reading. This morning I took my miles slow. In fact, slower than what you’re imagining right now. The sinews in my joints felt loose and slightly sore, and I didn’t want to force them; I walked, jogged, ran, and slowed to a walk, then went through the cycle again. In the end, nothing hurt or was tweaked, but it was a verrrry slow two miles.
Then I made coffee, said Morning Prayer, showered, ate a hot breakfast, prepared a Wednesday morning ordo for St Helen’s (made a big difference, as compared to working from the same laminated single sheet that the congregation uses), said the Wednesday Low Mass, lingered to talk over coffee with the gang, then home with Margaret and the ladies who had come to meet me en route.