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I sat at my desk yesterday morning, fully intending to write a post just after I said Morning Prayer — but something distracted me, and off we go again.
Yesterday’s run was once again a ‘dead-leg’ effort, making my way past and through the set-up for Abingdon Fair. It was a surprisingly good pace for the feeling of it, but it did still feel as though I were lifting logs for legs. We attended the Mass at 10:30, then heard Fr Patrick Goujon talk about the relation of the Ignatian Exercises to Scripture. If someone had told me that I’d listen to a forty-five minute talk on the Spiritual Exercises that communicated clearly, taught me a nuance or two, and didn’t fly over the heads of the assembly, I’d have scoffed — but Fr Goujon succeeded famously. An excellent job, winningly presented.
This morning’s run was much more comfortable, though the Fair blocked various bits of the run, and my pace was not what it should have been considering how I felt. Coffee, fruit, shower, Morning Prayer, then off to Aylesford Priory for my annual retreat, till Thursday.