A neighbour apparently observed me at the end of my morning run, then later greeted me on my way to church saying, ‘This morning you were running like Usain Bolt!’ Aye, maybe, if he had taken up smoking heavily and was recovering from muscle strains in both legs.
It was one of my better times since August, better than average, and without straining for speed. I had slept later than usual, so I swilled my coffee down in haste, grabbed some fruit, showered, Morning Prayer (and checked for messages, my Friday task) before coming home for another cup and toast.
Now I’m resuming work on my last essay, and will head to Oxford this afternoon for Mark Edwards’s talk on the people ‘who say that they are Jews and are not’, a topic that has always niggled at me, so having a scholar as outstanding as Mark tackle the phrase should make for a provocative afternoon.