We interrupt All Much Ado All The Time for a running commentary. If I can write one.
Our production of Much Ado About Nothing faced an interruption of its own when we postponed “Much Ado at the Zoo” from today till next Monday, Aug. 8. So it is an unexpected night off for me and my fellow cast-members. Ah, a chance to study my lines, press my costume, do a load of laundry, spend time with my husband. And run.
I did not run on Sunday, because when I got up it was pouring rain. I don’t usually run in the rain (although I got rained on plenty later on at rehearsal, as I may have mentioned in yesterday’s post). I can possibly run before Tuesday’s rehearsal but probably not Wednesday’s. In short, it would be a good idea to run today. I spent the day thinking about it, hoping my body would just automatically do it instead of letting my mind talk me out of it.
But, oh, was I tired by the end of the day! I had my Monday backache, my feet hurt as always, and I was inclined as usual to be a big fat baby about it. Nevertheless, once I had taken Spunky for his afternoon business meeting, I got on my running clothes. As I struggled into my sports bras, I felt I was getting a more strenuous workout than the run was going to be. Don’t bleat “TMI!” at me! Ladies, I appeal to you, is it not a dreadful experience, wrestling a small spandex harness over a sweaty body? I was out of breath when I finally triumphed.
My run was less of a triumph. As I started down the sidewalk, I could tell my body was not going to surprise me with athletic prowess. Oh, well, I guess it never surprises me with what you might call prowess. Still, sometimes I feel like I’m rocking it. Today I felt more like a hunk of rock. And I could hear the ice cream truck. That damn ice cream truck! It plays the same tune over and over again, mocking me and sometimes stalking me. Yeah, I’ll just stop running and eat some FATTENING ice cream! But I don’t have any money in my running clothes. AUGH!
I saw the truck coming down German Street. I cleverly ran toward it so we would be headed in opposite directions. Ah ha ha, I triumph! The truck turned down my street. I could still hear it perfectly. It would probably turn at the corner and drive parallel to me. Like I said, stalking me. I reflected that at least it would make something silly to add to the blog post.
As I continued to run down German Street, my legs did not feel any better about the exercise. I kept going anyways. I even had a couple of very short sprints across the street when cars waved me by. Still, a sprint is a sprint, right? I waved thank you to all the cars that stopped for me. Soon I realized I did not hear the ice cream truck. I savored the silence. I was surprised when it lasted for the rest of my run. True, the run was short, but that ice cream truck can be persistent.
I can’t say I was happy I ran, but I will admit to feeling a certain grim satisfaction. I recited my lines from the play while I was in the shower. As I type this post, I am waiting for my husband to get home so I can spend a little time with him. I don’t know that I will do any of the other chores I mentioned earlier. But at least I made my blog post.