Day 19

img_2200I ran 8.74 miles today. I ranged somewhere around 9 minute miles. I felt good the whole time. I thought about improv. I thought about how I was going to approach my class tonight. what three things do I want to work on.

  1. Initiating better group games.
  2. Initiating better second beats.
  3. Initiating with bolder characters.

We had improv auditions to be placed on Harold teams yesterday. It was fun! I think I had one really good scene about a knight that entered a new Kingdom and his gifts were the gold coins of elves he slaughtered. (You had to be there.) The guy I was playing with was very good. Very gracious. He was picking up on everything I threw out, and added a lot to the scene. He had one very funny things: he was shocked to hear I had killed so many elves, and said “The elves provide us with vegetables and fruits; they feed the entire kingdom!” I didn’t have a good response. I think I said “I will miss those.” Or, maybe I’m remembering that only now. I should have said something like “A true knight knows how to source locally. We can’t we wasting our money importing food from the forest.” Ho-hum. Always better later. Put that on my grave… “He was better… later.”

What I would give to dance with my son on the beach again: Just dancing in the dark.

 

Day 18

Today is supposed to be a rest day, but instead I ran 3 miles (9:33/miles). I felt a bit of shin splints toward the middle, but they went away. Sometimes people talk about having “fresh legs” that was not mine today. They weren’t stuck to the pavement, but weren’t happily bouncing/keeping good pace.

I’m so sweaty after I run. It’s disgusting. I get out of the shower. Dry off. Go to my computer to log the information, and my computer is wet. My arms are re-wet. My back. I have to wrap a towel around me like a prayer shawl so I don’t sweat on the kitchen table and chairs. And the towel is downstairs hanging in an old Whole Foods bag: said towel, hasn’t been washed since the last time I visited the neighborhood Aquatic Center which closed on Labor Day, and anything in this house that doesn’t get washed begins to smell vaguely of cat.

I don’t understand how anyone could find me anything but repulsive. I’m like a hairy, sweaty, cat smelling-hippo.

Hey, ladies.

 

The Magician

img_2217A short monologue inspired by an overheard voice…
Just don’t start conversations with ‘are you a magician.'”
(I left in WOMAN, and MAN 2 to further help the performing of the piece.) 

Man on a train.
MAN: Excuse me. Hi, sorry to bother you. Are you a magician?
(WOMAN: A what?)
MAN: A magician.
(WOMAN: No.)
MAN: Oh, cause you were shuffling cards. You shuffle cards very well.
(WOMAN: Thank you.)
MAN: I was going to ask you to show me a trick. Know any tricks? No? I do. Let me see your cards?
(WOMAN: I’m good.)
MAN: Let me see them. What am I gonna do? Steal them? We’re on a train.
(MAN 2: She doesn’t want to give them to you.)
MAN: Whoa. Wow. Who are you? Are you guys together? No. Then, back off my business. Back up off me. You don’t know me. I’m talking with her. We’re having an illuminating conversation about—
(MAN 2: You don’t know me.)
MAN: I know what it’s like to sit behind you. I know what’s like when you shove your head back—every minute—so you can get comfortable. Frankly, it’s unnerving. (to WOMAN) Gimme your cards. Give them to me. I’ll show you a trick.
Pause.
MAN: No? Okay. Your loss.
Pause. MAN 2 begins chatting with WOMAN.
MAN: Nope. Do not start talking with her. Do not begin chatting with her. I broke the ice—you don’t deserve the “in” I created. (to WOMAN) I thought you were a magician… I gave you that gift.

Day 17

img_2183Ran 6 miles today with an average of 9:07/mile. Nothing hurts.

Opening Romeo & Juliet tonight. My third show at the Shakespeare Theatre Company. I really love this place, and I hope one day to become an affiliated artist here. To me, that would mean belonging to this theatre. Being a company member.

I saw on Facebook that they are doing a solo show at Studio Theatre! That makes me very happy, because not only will I be able to see that show, but also it means someone has paved the way for me to do MY solo show at Studio Theatre.

I have hopes to take it to Edinburgh this summer, and if it gets some attention… THEN perhaps Studio Theatre will be interested. I certainly can’t just go straight to them with the play now. After all, I’m 9 miles away. Can’t run that far. (Yet.)

Day 16

img_2198On the penultimate run of week four I averaged 8:09/miles a minute and did 3.4/miles. Finally for the first time in four weeks I felt no pain anywhere.

Monuments were nice. I was leaving the theatre and there is a vestibule that is filled with audience members validated their parking (a machine). The actors stroll by and they also say nice things to us as we leave. It’s very kind. it means a lot.

We did things on stage a little differently and got some new reactions from the audience. I’m supposed to have my long run on Monday, but that’s also opening night. It’s supposed to be 9 miles. Which seems like a very big number. I’m going to have to bring water with me… maybe that goo stuff. Ugh.

Day 16

Finally. Felt no pain in either leg. No discomfort in either leg. Picked up my speed to nine minute miles. Only issue is my neck hurt with every step I took. I think I extended it during fight call a days ago, and sure I should have skipped the run, but I didn’t.

It feels better today, but not like i want to run on it.

One day forward, two days back.

Day 15

img_2203The couple new lines, I was to learn, turned out to be nine. Nine lines of Shakespeare.

I have a strange thing with memory. I can memorize entire plays, solo shows, ten pages of contemporary tv auditions in two days, but I was mostly aganozing over these nine lines yesterday.

My wife, I know, would have memorized them in five minutes. I get angry sometimes cause she’ll reluctantly help me memorize a commercial audition, and end up knowing the lines before me. That’s when I make up my actory excuse of “I’m channeling things while I’m saying the things I’m saying.” To which she’ll reply “you’re an idiot.”

Both are true.

I went for a 3.5 mile run around the monuments yesterday, felt great. Felt like I should have been going faster. My mile time is now somewhere around 9:30/a mile. I would like to bring it to 9 minutes a mile. Actually, I’d like to bring it to 8 minutes a mile, but lets get to nine first.

The Marathon book I’m reading keeps telling me to take it easy for your first marathon. Just finish. That’s very unlike me, because I’m extremely competitive. Ask my wife and son. We once did death scenes, and filmed them (I lost). We did fake gymnastics on the beach at night—making up names for the moves we did before we did them (I lost).

Point. I said every word perfectly last night, except for one, but I was a little nervous and don’t actually remember. The line was…

“We cannot without circumstance descry.”

And I might have said….

“We cannot without circumspect descry.”

Which is pretty much the same thing, except not at all. One is a noun, the other an adjective. That word pretty much takes the wind out of my whole argument. Again, not sure I said that word. I think I was perfect, but in the remembering on the drive home—I somehow remember this word.

Anyway, very exciting! And the wife comes home today!

Day 14

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On my way to the theatre. I feel like Hamlet before he goes on stage to play in the play within the play. How he had the Player King set down some ten or fourteen lines for him.

I have a couple new lines to learn by tonight our second preview. It’s not ten or fourteen though. Chances are Hamlet is a quicker study than I.

I will bring my shoes to the theatre, and run around the monuments. Makes me feel like I’m at Central Park—with all the people.

It feels that way because running in Greenbelt is like running through a deserted forest.

 

DAY 13

5 miles down. Felt good. Breathing was strong, still discomfort in right calf though easy to forget about and think about other things.

A woman walking her dog was up the hill in front of me. She stopped and her dog barked, then she said “morning.” I said it back, but I was on mile 4 so it came out a little garbled and out of breath.

Nothing interesting to report. I signed up for a Harvest Hot Cider 15k, which will happen in early November. I might need gloves for that race, depending how cold it gets.

Day 12

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Ran 3 miles around the monuments again. Leg felt better, but running at a much slower pace than I’m used to. Going to continue this till discomfort in right calf has settled.

A lot like running through central park, but more exposed. Passing the Washington Monument there were 8 sprinkles acting like children. They seemed to be pointing in one direction, but one a tourist passed by… the sprinkler would spray them. Much laughing ensued. More picture taking as well.

I saw several runners with their shirts off. I think about taking mine off, too. Then I think about running without suntan lotion. I know when you run a race there are volunteers at water stations, handing out water and gatorade. Are there suntan lotion reapply stations? What if when I’m running I want to take my shirt off, but I’ve been sweating so much I need a reapplication of sun screen SPF 30. I would need that.