At least, that’s what I did this morning. I did run short bits, but my body didn’t want to; I’d get a twinge in my knee, or ankle, or the place where I tied my trainers too tight (before I un- and retied them about a half mile in). And I didn’t want to try to override my body’s feedback; if I’m going to mess my legs up, or fall, or something, it won’t be because I ignored the warning signs. I did cover my two miles, though, because I am that stubborn.
Then coffee and crumpets, a really good shower and church, then home with Margaret. I finished my read-through of Wrede’s ‘Biblische Kritik innerhalb des Theologischen Studium’ and sent off my notes to the translator. We watched the last two episodes of Amazon Prime’s Cross series (which impressed us very positively) and we’ll have an easy dinner here at home, and get some rest tonight.
Today was a good day at church. My colleague and I work well together, and we’re blessed with a wonderful congregation, and although we haven’t (by any means) ironed out all the wrinkles for filling in gaps and imagining what would happen if a real Rector were in place, our shared ministry going forward seems sturdy and promising. A good day.