It's been one week since I ran the Pocahontas Half Marathon. I suppose we all have our post-race rituals. Recovery for me has meant enjoying Mexican food, napping, reading, and recovery runs, like the 10-miler I did a couple of days ago and the 4-miler I did today.
I hate to say it, but older runners require a longer time for recovery. If you don't give yourself adequate time for your muscles to rejuvenate, you're asking for trouble.
While running today I listened to an interview with an evangelical scholar who, if I understood him correctly, has been espousing some sort of "myth" approach to Genesis 1-11. I have a huge amount of respect for this scholar, but I'm not happy with any approach to the opening chapters of Genesis that calls into question their historicity. No, I'm not an Old Testament scholar, but I've always read the first 11 chapters of Genesis as a straightforward, literal, and accurate historical account. I've got a few books on my shelves that cover this issue and I need to dust them off. In general, I always like to side with a plain reading of a text, and in the New Testament, I've never found any reason to jettison the historicity of the Gospels or Acts, for example.
I won't go on and on about this. Maybe I'll give you another post in which I summarize my perspective. But right now, as I said, it's nap time.