I had begun to think that this morning’s run would be nothing special, maybe on the slow end of average (my legs and my breathing both felt ragged) when I met a parishioner on Spring Road, wondering where to catch the bus he needed to get to work; one of the knock-on effects of hosting Europe’s longest street fair entails throwing the bus routes into a whirligig. I paused the workout meter and we mulled over the alternatives (ultimately reaching an imperfect compromise), and when I started up again both my legs and my breathing were having none of it. So I made of today a run/walk day, took things easy, and strolled and jogged home. Coffee, hot breakfast, cleaning up, Morning Prayer, home for a while before the midday Preachers’ Group (I’ll be leading in the absence of the Team Rector-designate), and back home again unless Margaret needs errands done in town.