Section 81 starts out in front
The day was scheduled around the many tasks he needed to catch up with both in and around the house, but after breakfast Vernon vowed also to put some thought into his PhD research question. Right now however he needed to clear his head and run.
Vernon waved Nsansa goodbye having thanked her with feeling for her efforts and successes with the children. He stretched, rather absent mindedly as always, out the front under the pergola whose Russian vine was beginning to flower, and set out for town. The weather was mild with a very slight misty rain that looked set to clear. Once again he chided himself for his inability to remain buoyant in mood.
He launched into the first mile, always for the distance runner a matter of effort balanced with judgement. Pushing beyond the comfort zone in order to loosen up but remembering not to ignore the body’s subtle hints; not too fast not too heavy. Vernon found pleasure in attending to a challenge refreshingly disconnected from all else that was troubling him. Very soon
his breathing steadied and his head began to clear with the lubricated rhythm of the experienced runner finally kicking in.
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