as I ran

Last night I went for a run. As I started running, I calculated how many hours I’d worked this past week: full days from Monday through to Saturday, a bit extra here, a bit less there – all up about 54 hours. I redid the maths a couple of times in case I missed a half-hour somewhere. No, 54 is right.

Strange, I thought, that after 54 hours of work, all I wanted to do was go for a run.  Continue reading