I rolled out of bed this morning and ran my miles, though I had a strong desire to just stay home. The result was the best time I’ve run in the new series of recorded runs (post-self-competitive). My rolling average has improved by fifteen seconds in the last week, which should mean I’m about to hit a plateau. Then, of course, I’ll go to a conference, missing multiple days’ runs, gaining back weight, and knocking my time back to when I started.
Showered, hot breakfast, and reading and writing, working both on the presentable form of my paper for BNTC and on the overdue essay. I cheked in on my homily for tomorrow, and it should do the trick (I’ll do some editing tomorrow morning). And I always, always, always find myself daydreaming about reading whatever I want as a parallel process to writing my Differential Hermeneutics book.
Maybe I should take a walk.