Today, I was supposed to work at the rink driving a Zamboni. But, they emailed me at the last minute to cancel so boom, I had a whole large unstructured day ahead of me.
...with a project due the next day, that is the worst thing for me. Ever.
I thrive under pressure. I do my best work and have the greatest inspiration when I have a deadline and I need to push it. My undergraduate side academically was flipping easy because I had no free time between ROTC and hockey. So, I would do my homework in between classes and start my papers weeks in advance.
Being a part-time grad student with part-time work... not working so great. Note to self: next year enroll full-time and play a Division III sport... that'll make it easier.
Anyways, I did just get my PowerPoint done, which totally justifies my blogging right now instead of doing schoolwork.
I started my day off at my CrossFit gym again. It was a brutal metcon with Calories rowing, box jumps and thrusters... which I had to scale to front squats given that I lack a complete shoulder socket for the next few days. I have been on these mega antibiotics for a couple days and they have basically sucked the life out of me. Between that and not taking my supplements, I have been tired, dehydrated and it's been hard to fall asleep. I held myself back quite a bit but I managed to do pretty well on the WOD.
Afterwards I went for my max power clean and toes to bar. After nine months of having Chase and Laurie on my case, my power clean max and my squat clean max are the same at 155 pounds (as opposed to a 30 pound difference in the direction of the power clean). At the end, I did 20 toes to bar in a row (one over my old max) just because.
I got to pick up my latest and greatest pre-surgery prescription today: antibiotic ointment that gets stuffed into each of my nostrils twice daily. Goes really nicely with my stuffed up nose from the Texas allergies to begin with. It isn't enjoyable at all.... and I am kicking myself for telling my doctors that I had cellulitis (which apparently is MRSA and will kill me) when I was in the Marines.
I did make it to Mass for the feast of the Annunciation. I have been really dragging on Daily Mass lately. What amazes me so much about God is that no matter how much I stray, I can come back to Mass and I just know that I belong there.
Receiving the Eucharist today, I was able to experience a bit of what Mary did with the Incarnation: by saying yes, He lives in me.
I live for those moments and insights.
Thinking about next week and what my life will be like then has me thinking about a lot. My family will be here and they are not Catholic at all. I am grateful that they will be here, but it's going to be weird to experience Holy Week with them here; chances are it will be tough to sit through the Triduum as it is, let alone recovering from a surgery 4 days previously.
Instead, I will have to experience it in the physical suffering and humility that will come from being dependent on others. I got the Sacrament of Anointing of the Sick for a reason. I can think of no greater honor during the week where we commemorate the Passion and Resurrection of our Lord than to carry my Cross with Jesus.
...the fullness of the Liturgy is beautiful... but only if it fuels living out the Faith.
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