I woke this morning with legs stiff as planks. Joints were fine, breathing was laboured but alright, but the muscles in my legs almost resisted running. No surprise, then, that after another day with a lot of walking, my morning time slipped back significantly; but we’ll see how things level out after I’ve had a steady week or two of running after my long holiday and my syncopated return home.
Today I’ll say the morning Mass at St Helen’s, then return thither for Evensong — but Linda is preaching at Mass, and there’s no homily for Evensong, so the day will pass without particular stress.