This morning, at last, I ran a fully satisfying two miles at a good pace with no impediments. I remembered what it’s like, and why I keep running (even though there are few if any manifest benefits). The temperature was around 1°, but without yesterday’s strong winds and overpowering gusts, and without the dead-legs that slow me to a walk.
Still keeping to an easy pace: reading, note-taking. I should make a couple phone calls this afternoon to schedule pastoral visits, but apart from that, I’m catching up on the reading and reflecting that’s part of my working agreement, but never actually happens when real events claim priority.