I woke this morning after a good night’s sleep, flexed my foot, and discovered (to my astonishment) that I didn’t feel any soreness at all. It felt a bit tender if I massaged it, but after feeling very painful Wednesday night, no real residual pain remained. While I am not at all complaining, my body has missed a perfect chance to teach me a lesson about being careful and ageing and not having magical recuperative powers as I once assumed I did. I’ll try to remember, though, even without the week or more of gradual resumption of ordinary activities.
No run, even with remarkable return to form and flexibility, but coffee and fruit, a shower, Morning Prayer, and a long conversation with Fr Paul in the morning. I’ll probably work on my Sunday sermon in the afternoon, and who knows what-all for the remainder of the day.