I woke up at a usual time, which meant a short night since I was out late at the Theology Dinner; I felt ambivalent about running this morning, but force of habit won out (yes!) and I covered my miles at a plateau pace. Not a fast plateau pace, but a sound, square plateau pace. Coffee and fruit, shower, fed and put out the ladies, Morning Prayer, bus to Oxford, coffee, tutorial, lunch, bus to London, Oriel Evensong at St Paul’s (if you’re thinking of going, don’t worry about tickets or fees, just come right in, there’s plenty of room and no charge (the tickets and fee cover special seating and an after-service drinks reception to which I shan’t be going), bus back to Oxford, bus back to Abingdon.
That’s a day.
Last night, the speaker for the JCR at Theology Dinner alluded to looking up my blog in advance of his admissions interview, only to find (as he said) that I ‘like running’. For the avoidance of doubt, I do not like running. I like being healthy, and (regrettably) the handiest way to attain that goal is to exercise regularly.