Weighty Solution

It occurred to me this morning as I was trudging/running along that one way to make the experience less onerous might be to diminish the amount of useless organic matter that I carry along with me on my runs. Accordingly, I have started opting out of the daily hot breakfast at St Stephen’s House, and…

Road to Recovery

I missed two runs with a bit of a cold, and the air is fresh, and my lungs aren’t entirely clear of the residue of my affliction. Every muscle pulled tight as I ran, so that I was taking only wee baby steps. I wheezed and gasped more even than usual. I made the whole…

Catching Up

It’s raining this morning, and I’m not so incautious as to risk twisting my wobbly legs or ankles, or chance a head cold at the beginning of term, so I won’t run my mile this morning. I will, however, note my last two times: a 10:38 last Sunday, and a 10:28 on Wednesday. I’m a…

Opposite Day

This morning was very different to Sunday: dry and chilly (I should have worn my hoodie), and although the chill kept me from becoming fully limber I was not as achey and stiff this morning. 5°, 0% humidity, low pollution, and generally free motion. I’m just stout and short-winded. I did shave forty seconds off…

Into Each Life…

Rain was drizzling on me this morning as I made my sacrifice to marginal fitness — 100% humidity, though the pollution was low, breezy, 16°. About fifty steps in, I realised that this was going to be a perfunctory run, not a victory over anything: muscle tightness in my back and upper right leg, hotness…

Just Can’t

I was chatting with Danya on Twitter, about Fleabag and clergy and sex, and it occurred to me that we and our wise friend Laura could do a great job of writing a book about sex and clergy. That is just a dream, of course (at least as far as I’m concerned; Laura and Danya…

No Zip

I had to prove my identity yesterday in a comprehensive, ‘No, really, are you actually a distinct individual named A K M Adam who has been alive since…, and currently resides…, and who has not committed any criminal offences…’ way. I brought along my RFIDed passport, by hyperbiometric Leave to Remain, an expired passport, my…

One Of My Favourites

In the world we now inhabit, where artists’ creepy side[s] overshadow the works they produce, it’s difficult to admit this — but one of my favourite moments in all of rock’n’roll comes when (known to be creepy*) Chuck Berry deploys ‘unloose’ as an adjective (that just means ‘loose’) to make the meter work: * Convicted…

Just A Note

… so that I don’t forget, I ran a gasping 10:39 this morning. On the positive side, I still haven’t stopped running the whole mile; on the frustrating side, I haven’t yet gotten back into 10:10 form. And I still hate running.