This morning, no part of my person (body, mind, or spirit) was ready to undertake my morning miles. I took some paracetamol, though, and by adopting the usual trick (‘Whoops! I’m out here running, might as well finish it’) I induced myself to run forward nonetheless, gasping and pressing all the way. My stiffness and torpor could be forgiven, as I walked an unusually high 8 miles yesterday. I checked the time when I got home, though, and my time was almost a full minute faster than yesterday’s.
Today’s wedding went sweetly, apart from a couple of times I lost my place (/eyeroll). The photographer and the wedding verger particularly liked the service; He said it was one of the best he’d worked, and she said she wished she could get married (again) so that I could take the service. Anyway, they’re married now, and I’m drowsy.