This morning’s miles were strange. It’s not that often that I run in 20 mph winds, with gusts up into the 40s. My legs were stiff at first, then when they warmed up and I was running into headwinds, it all jst felt tiring. In the last third, I was loose and not so tired, though the wind was still blowing; and I settled into a slow-ish steady pace to get home. All in 12° weather, on this 18 December.
Hot breakfast, shower, Morning Prayer, a talk with one of my colleagues, home for a second cup of coffee, back to Mass, then the Christmas Lunch for the Wednesday service group, then home again to work on the service book for the Midnight Eucharist, then my daily Advent ink swatch and called it a day.