I keep deciding to allow myself to take a day off running, and I keep going ahead to run. Sometimes it’s just force of habit, which is fine with me; sometimes it’s because I don’t want to lose momentum toward fitness; sometimes I start out expecting to settle down into a walk, but get home without actually having slowed down (not that I’m going fast in the first instance). Today’s run turns out exactly to have matched the time it displaced from five days ago, so it didn’t affect my rolling average at all. It continued a plateau pace slightly better than ten minutes for each mile — no great shakes, but nice and steady.
Coffee, fruit, clean up, Morning Prayer, home for a bit, then back to St Helen’s for a baptism (‘of Such as are of Riper Years’), then home, then over to St Michael’s to deacon the Mass for the Assumption for Fr Paul.
Yesterday’s research/writing (about extramarital sexual activity in first-century Palestine) kept turning up angles and subtleties that would require another whole research programme to explore. I hate to leave stones unturned, but in order to get this presentation done I will — frustratingly — have to leave most of them unexamined. Plus, Sunday’s sermon, my Anglican essay, and I didn’t mention, but Nate will spend the weekend here on his way back home from Marseille. Yes, I am looking forward to retiring.