I title waaaay too many entries with the word "Gronk". Must to stop.

Ow.

Hi.

So, yes. The weekend. Not very exciting - Z & I slept through most of it. I did, however, run 18 miles, and I am here to tell you that there is a severe qualitative difference between 15 miles and 18. Severe. However, I bless whatever running gods there are for the treadmill, because no matter how long it took me to finish (I was running for 3 hours and 18 minutes, but the total time spent on the endeavour was quite a bit more), I finished. I bloody well finished. I can't do a long run like that on my own - the last time I ran more than 15 miles outside, I had Carl on the bike next to me yelling encouragement. When I tried it last year with Z following me in the truck, my knee/ITB forced me to give up at mile 12. The knee was screaming on Saturday, too, but not so bad that I had to quit. (It's not actually my knee, it's my ITB being way too tight, which makes the pain manifest in my knee. If it was an actual knee injury, I would have stopped long before.)

I do think this is my last marathon for a while. I came to a realization and acceptance on Saturday - the accident had further-reaching implications than I want to admit. I'm much slower to recover now - even for things as mundane as scratches, the healing time is elongated. I've already noted the insane amount of sleep I need, and Z says this also has increased since mid-November. Plus, my face keeps hurting. All of which adds up to the decision to drop mileage down once the marathon is over.

I was all set to turn my focus to capoeira and learn new skills, but the friend/instructor has sort of dropped off the face of the earth. Grumble. It's probably for the best time-wise, but I'm a little disappointed.


Auditions for The Rainmaker are tonight and tomorrow. Oy. I'm looking forward to seeing some of the people, but there's always some that are just painful to watch. At least this is cold readings and not monologues. Monologues can get interminable.

Things I really want to do:

Take Z to Vegas and run amok with him.

Go to London with Z and soak up all the theater history.

Go to Greece with Z and soak up all the theater/civilization/everything history.

Go to Japan with Z.

Go to Madagascar with Z.

Just generally travel with my husband.

Learn how to do a kip-up. I understand the physics, I just can't get my body to do it.

Be better about initiating and maintaining friendships.

Get my eyes LASIK'd. I'm tired of the contacts.

Listen to more music. My music knowledge base is narrowing, and that's no good.

Tread that fine line between awareness and worry-wart-dom

Go to grad school in London? Maybe? Could be very good. Could kill me.

Be much better about sticking to a budget, so when big things come up, there are spaces for them.


What about you? What do you really want to do?

Snerk. That's right, I said "snerk".

My Yahoo! Horoscope for the day:

Quickie:
You're ready for an adventure. The sky's the limit. Go out and explore.

Overview:
Oh, you can be a homebody any day. Right now is the perfect time to get out and be social. Or, if you really want to stay home, throw a party. The important thing is that you're with as many people as possible.

I can think of no faster way to see and be able to talk to a bunch of people than the auditions that are planned tonight - short of a gala party, and I tend to hole up in a corner with one or two people at those.

The funniest thing is, auditions are supremely social and off-putting at the same time. You see a lot of people is a short amount of time, but there's so much nervous energy bouncing around that it's sort of distancing (from the directorial standpoint, at least). Plus, there's the awkwardness when you see your friends, because you want to hug them, but you also don't want to freak out the other person who is reading with your friend. Unless they're your friend too, in which cases there's hugs all around! Or not. Depending. (Callbacks tend to be much easier for this sort of thing.)

Anyway. Snerk, denoting wry amusement at the convergence of unrelated things.