A remarkably undrowsy day
Feb. 17th, 2010 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luckycanuckNo caffeine was consumed today. And somehow I didn't feel any ill effects. Last year Ash Wednesday was on a sitting day which meant a busy work day for me and by lunch I was rather bleary eyed. Today I felt fine.
I was about to lead the running group when I noticed it was nearly 6pm and time for me to get ash smeared on my forehead. It was a more crowded service than I would have liked and at one point when the annoying guy three rows ahead insisted on shaking my hand during the peace. I mumbled something back but inside was saying "go away." Afterwards one of the old ladies of the parish was telling me her life story and wanted to know mine and I scarcely looked at her once as she droned on and on. These days, if there are a lot of people there, church is a drag.
Part of the Ash Wednesday liturgy talks about mortality. That's a subject I don't associate with death. I do associate it with frailty and flaws. And I am plenty mortal. I have flaws, and I am frail. I could be more patient, I could be more generous, and I'm not as bulletproof as I've felt (physically) in recent times. It's not bad to be reminded of that, even if it comes with an ash cross on my forehead.
TW: A full course meal of working out.
Appetiser: Medicine ball salad
Main course: Filet of deadlifts with SDHP sauce
Dessert: Push up tart with skull crusher custard
Mmmmm. That's tasty. It shoud be a good week at the gym, which is important as I've got a tug of war to compete in on Sunday.
I was about to lead the running group when I noticed it was nearly 6pm and time for me to get ash smeared on my forehead. It was a more crowded service than I would have liked and at one point when the annoying guy three rows ahead insisted on shaking my hand during the peace. I mumbled something back but inside was saying "go away." Afterwards one of the old ladies of the parish was telling me her life story and wanted to know mine and I scarcely looked at her once as she droned on and on. These days, if there are a lot of people there, church is a drag.
Part of the Ash Wednesday liturgy talks about mortality. That's a subject I don't associate with death. I do associate it with frailty and flaws. And I am plenty mortal. I have flaws, and I am frail. I could be more patient, I could be more generous, and I'm not as bulletproof as I've felt (physically) in recent times. It's not bad to be reminded of that, even if it comes with an ash cross on my forehead.
TW: A full course meal of working out.
Appetiser: Medicine ball salad
Main course: Filet of deadlifts with SDHP sauce
Dessert: Push up tart with skull crusher custard
Mmmmm. That's tasty. It shoud be a good week at the gym, which is important as I've got a tug of war to compete in on Sunday.
