Ordinarily it would be no great thing for me to run twice in two days, but last week’s rainy weather has precluded consecutive running for a short while. No matter, I ran this morning in another very good time, and without a strong sense of short breath, stiff legs, tired muscles or such obstacles. Not that I felt springy and oxygenated, mind you, but I achieved adequate stride and pace and breathing. It’s, I think, a new plateau.
Coffee, fruit, browsing, shower, dress, off to St Michael’s for today’s Sung Mass, and with no post-Mass obligations I’ll be free to take a leisurely stroll homeward. This afternoon I expect to work on a homily for Wednesday’s midweek Communion, and perhaps inch the ball closer to the goal on The Last Essay. I noted to Margaret yesterday that part of what makes this essay go slowly is that I’m learning so much in my research; I just want to keep reading and probing, as though I were building for myself a secondary speciality. TThat’s ruled out by my already over-stretched deadline, but I do take comfort in feeling the leetle grey cells asserting themselves in the course of research.