This morning’s run felt much better than yesterday’s, with better breathing and no particular stiffness or wobbliness in legs, and a decent pace. When I looked at the time, then, I was surprised to learn that the time had been at the slow end of average (obviously ‘average’ will be drifting slower as this goes on). Further evidence that there is little relation between how a run feels and how fast I’m running.
Coffee, fruit, clean up, Morning Prayer, home, then back to church for a funeral, then home, then back to St Michael’s for Fr Paul’s last Mass before retiring. As I write in this week’s parish newsletter, ‘it can feel a little like the words of the prophet Elijah, who would have said (were he serving our parish), “I have been very zealous for the LORD, the God of hosts; but the Team Rector has retired, and the Team Vicar has retired, and the Associate Priest is on leave; and I, I alone, am left.”’ But that’s only till Jen is installed as Team Rector in twelve days, and it omits mention of our assisting clergy — stars! — who really keep all cylinders firing. Luckily, today is my notional day off from parish work, so I have lots of time.