Let's start on topic. I have surpassed the 10 hour mark!!!!!! *applause* I have officially run 10 hours and 37 minutes which you know.. ain't too shabby and is leaving me a little less flabby (ha!). I'm impressed with myself. It has been a tough week motivation wise - but I cranked out 2 runs with one in the plans for tomorrow and one sunday afternoon. So by the end of the weekend I should hit 13 hours. I'm starting to get excited about the 100 km landmark.
Anyway. Tonight I went to a show. It's the first show I've been to in quite a while and it was so refreshing. I saw "Pricilla Queen of the Desert" at the Princess of Wales Theatre in Toronto. It's a really touching story revolving around a drag queen's journey to meet his 6 year old son. There were sequins.. Madonna songs... as well as a lot of really heartfelt REAL moments that made me so proud to be in the audience and proud to be supportive and in love with the fact that this is what I want to do. Ahh. Go see it! It will be something that will light up your night from the minute the lights go down and the giant disco ball descends from the ceiling illuminating the entire theatre in sparkle. Delightful. Simply a surprising delight.
After the show ended I heading to the train and ran into someone from my schooling past. It's funny how you can be so happy in one moment and then feel like an insecure 15 year old who is being judged for everything and nothing all at the same time. It was an unreal transition of realization that I am SO happy to not be surrounded by Sheridan anymore. I can't deal with it... or the people. I love what the school gave me and what I have learned as a performer and person there - but I never realized until my heart started racing in this stupid anxiety at the train station... that I was really depressed and the catalyst of that was the way I was treated by a lot of peeps at school. Such a see-saw of highs and los tonight. THE BEST PART - is I got off the train at a station with my lovely evening company and switched to our other train and moved on with my life! And now I am home. With someone I love. Typing this out to digest it a bit... and then the sequined belt comes off and a new day starts tomorrow.
10 hours 37 minutes. 70km. Growing up a little at a time.
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