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As I was falling asleep, I could hear heavy rain falling, so I was prepared to give my morning run a miss. Dawn, however, brought beautifully clear skies (though cooler temperatures) so I ran my two miles in 6° at a pleasing pace. While Margaret is away giving a talk in Crawley, I finished the…

I understand that some people might not want their lad held accountable for what he did, and I can imagine thinking that it wasn’t so bad, or that the other guys do just as bad or worse, and I can imagine worrying that the other side will do horrible things if we don’t fend them…

At least for running weather. This morning’s two miles were in 10° air, a temperature that actually feels like weather and not an Augustinian definition of ‘evil’. That’s sufficiently… well, not ‘warm’ exactly, but temperate, that the light rain didn’t transmit a chill to the bones. And if my bones didn’t chill, you know it…

Two miles, 9°, successfully made my (unambitious) pace, and my legs felt like lead again. Honestly, what on earth… well, to be fair, I did walk a lot yesterday, but only six and a half miles — not anything to boast about, and that includes my morning run. I’ll put it down to getting old,…

In my last post I invoked ‘the Inverted Dessert Test,’ planning to make a link to some previous post in which (I was sure) I had already narrated the explanation for that arcane term. A quick check, however, reveals that not only have I not discussed this vital cultural phenomenon, but nowhere on the Web…

Two miles, 8°, occasional raindrops, and truly leaden legs. Honestly, one wonders whether some malign dæmon creeps into my bedroom of a night and switches my legs out for a different pair, or injects me with an immobility potion. I planned a distinctly unambitious pace, but my actual pace must have been well below even…

I skipped my morning run yesterday, after a late and convivial evening at the Oriel Gaudy (for graduates from 1966 to 1971, which meant that I was the second-youngest person in the chapel, after my Lord the Provost). Then I took a relaxing Saturday to release some of the residual tension from term-time. This morning,…

Two miles, 9°, good time. I got most of the marking done yesterday that needed to be done; I’ll undertake some more today, and in the evening I’ll step in on behalf of the Revd Rob Wainwright, chaplain of Oriel, and lead Evensong before a Gaudy at Oriel Chapel.

Two miles, a tropical 9°, decent time. I’ll wrap up one phase of marking this morning, then some correspondence and prep for next term’s teaching. I may just come home early this afternoon…

(This isn’t about the British sitcom, which Margaret and I enjoyed immensely, but if anyone wants comments on that topic I’d be happy to opine.) I mean, -1°. Really. Two miles, decent pace (though I didn’t make my anticipated pace, oh well). So far my March MAdness bracket is perfectly intact, as I had picked…

Picks made almost entirely based on sentiment — hardly any knowledge at all, and even less actually having watched the teams in question.

3°, because who can get enough of wintry running?, but no precipitation, two miles, sort of on pace (I was delayed part way through, but basically on schedule). Some bright spark has put me on the diocesan Retired Clergy list, so I’m in a mood about employment. To be fair, I should say ‘a continuing…