I set out on this morning’s run with a deliberate plan to focus on breathing from my diaphragm, as opposed to the ordinary gasping, panting, upper chest breathing. I don’t know about the long range, of course, nor do I know much about physiology, but it definitely felt as though I was breathing more effectively. I couldn’t do it every breath, but I kept up a pretty good pattern of alternating deep and shallow, or one longer deep breath and two faster shallow breaths. The overall pace of the run was a little below recent average, but it seems as though it’s a better slower.
Coffee and fruit, gave the sermon a once-over edit, cleaned up and hastened to St Michael’s. After the service I picked my way through the set-up phase of the Ock Street Fair for lunch, attention to the dogs, and a bit of unwinding. Oh, and both ears went deaf during the service, so I was ragged from concentrating on hearing, and from hearing my own super amplified voice. I’ll mention this to my GP.
And I’ll include the Harvest sermon below the fold…
