It’s He-e-ere

The weekend, I mean. I have work to do, but since I can’t get done as much work effectively during the week as the regular term requires, I will spend part of my Saturday and Sunday on business. Naetheless, the pace and feeling-tone of the weekend are different, innit, and hardly anything is strictly timetabled,…

Pandem-accedie

And pandemanxiety. I’ve just felt entirely stretched thin over the past weeks — my various basic responsibilities have taken all the concentration and determination I can muster. At any given moment, I feel as though I might just plop down and fall sleep on the spot. Not so much while I’m running, though, which I…

Alternating Currents

Yesterday morning, humid and chilly, I felt sluggish, my breathing laboured, my joints resistant (though to be fair, not painful); this morning, similar weather, comfortable energy level, breathing ordinary, joints fine. One thing is similar: my Lockdown Lethargy, my Pandem-accedie, sits on my head and won’t let me concentrate. Marking, done through the Turnitin interface,…

Down To Zero

So for the first day of my new running streak, which I’ll hope to break before it gets too ambitious, the weather went to frigid again (-1°) (but dry), I saw a very healthy-looking fox at the corner of James and St Mary’s, I passed an auto on its side in the middle of the…

Continuing

Apparently the hour from five to six o’clock in the morning is a rain-free zone according to some meteorological rule governing Oxford. I keep planning to skip my run for a day when the Met Office predicts rain in the morning, and my preferred running time keeps clearing up long enough for me to go…

Further Chills

Another zero-degree morning, another run, thirty-one days in a row. The psychology of the streak-running phenomenon, now that I’ve been made aware of streaks as a popular phenomenon, is brilliant and insidious. I’m at 31 now; that means that if I were to take tomorrow off, it would be more than a month till I…

Surprise Streak

I didn’t expect to run this morning; the snow is still lying in the garden and on the garden path. But I looked out the front window and the pavement was clear, so I decided to give it a go. Everything was fine and dry to The Plain, but the Iffley Road’s pavements were occasionally…

Not Much Happening

Yesterday made twenty-eight, today (before it snowed) twenty-nine days of running in a row; around 0° and slippery on the pavement yesterday, dry and subzero this morning, though about three cm of snow had fallen before it was time for church. I spend these days alternating between trying to concentrate (almost typed ‘consecrate’) and get…

Post-Inaugural

Weather was rubbish this morning, and it’s been alternating handsome blue skies and grey downpours every 90 minutes or so ever since. I started my morning run in chilly weather with a firm wind, and within a few blocks was running in light rain, which had turned to more-than-light rain by the time I got…