The Ash Wednesday service last night went well, I think. Certainly we achieved a truly impressive success in ash/oil mixture for clear, bold forehead crosses; I’ve never seen the like in all my years of ordained ministry. My homily will be below the ‘More’ fold.
This morning’s run — 2°, thank you very much — was a good pace, a good time. Rolling average declines to 19:01 (and next run will probably lower it further, as the fifth time in my average will be bumped out of my rolling window with the next run, and it’s a time that’s a good bit slwer than I’ve been running for the last two weeks). This may be common knowledge among real runners, but it seems to me that I do better to increase the pace of my steps rather than the length of my stride. Sometimes my stride opens up more than others, but pushing my stride further seems to have less benefit than making myself stride more often.
Coffee and fruit, cleaning up and dressing for Morning Prayer, bus to Oxford, tutorials morning and afternoon, then home to my sweetheart and her dogs.
