I took my morning miles at a steady, slow, jogging pace today — without interrupting to catch my breath or take a few walking steps. I wasn’t pushing at all (except just to keep going), but my time came in close to the slowest days of my running. My ankle is not back to form, but I did it, and presumably I’ll manage to claw back to form gradually.
Yesterday Rosie and BRendan brought wee Edith over for a visit. Part of the point of the visit was to introduce her to Minke and Flora, but they were a bit too much for her, so she built train tracks and played with our stock of stuffed animals, and utterly charmed us, as always. Good craic with Brendan and Rosie, lovely times.
Today I don’t have any leadership responsibilities; we’ll go to the 10:30 at St Helen’s, and then I’ll buckle down and work on some plans for weeks to come.