One Last Run on the Streets Where I Live

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I figure I’ve logged more than 2,000 miles on the roads and trails around my neighborhood over the last three years. Hundreds of runs begun from the same corner down the street from my house. It’s boring, but I love it. It’s comfortable, like a favorite pair of running shoes.

That corner is the spot where at times I really didn’t want to start a run, and it’s the spot where at others I really didn’t want to stop. I’ve struggled for so many of those miles, and yet I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. I sorted out a lot of things, just me and my thoughts. I’ve notched more PRs than I can count. It’s on these streets where I truly fell in love with running.

Today, as my stuff is being boxed up and we’re preparing to leave this place, I ran my last loop through the streets where I live. It’s time to find a new route.

 

Eight Years Ago Today I Met My Wife

I first laid eyes on the girl of my dreams eight years ago today. Even now, with our first child on the way (read more here) and our five-year anniversary coming up next month, when I stop and really think about it, I’m floored by how blessed I am.

We met through Match.com. (Yes, we’re one of those couples. Although these days one in six couples who marry say they met online [click here for the study], it wasn’t nearly as popular or accepted back then. We used to joke about the tales we’d tell about how we met.)

We chatted through Match.com for a while, then via e-mail outside the matching site. That led to a phone call and a date. I wanted to meet in a public place where she’d feel comfortable and do something that showed a little bit of my personality and interests. I decided on dinner theater. We could talk over our meals before the show and during intermission and enjoy some good, live entertainment in between.

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Thoughts from an Occasional Actor (3 of 7)

This week I’m sharing some of my thoughts during a typical community theater stage production, from audition notices to stage strike.

Click here for Part 1. Part 2.

I think: $%#@*!
When: At a choreography rehearsal, I blow out the crotch of my favorite khakis, beyond repair.
Because: I blew out the crotch of my khakis, man! And they were my favorite. I stand the rest of the night for fear of flashing everyone in the room. My weekly pants rotation is severely compromised.

I think: I wonder what my wife looks like.
When: Every day.
Because: I see her literally for five minutes a day, sometimes less. On those “less” days, I crawl into bed long after she’s fallen asleep, and in the morning she wakes me with a kiss before heading out the door. I would be remiss if I didn’t say how wonderful my wife is. She understands how much acting means to me. She may not like the long hours away (neither do I), yet she supports me all the same. Love you, Hon!

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Me as Mr. MacAfee, Bye Bye Birdie, Desert Foothills Theater, Nov. 11–21

Photos courtesy of Jeremy Andorfer/Vangelis Productions

Thoughts from an Occasional Actor (1 of 7)

I just finished a run of Bye Bye Birdie at Desert Foothills Theater, and I’m settling in to the relative normalcy (Thanksgiving notwithstanding) that was my life before I accepted the role. It’s got me thinking about what a roller-coaster ride it’s been. We tend to use “roller coaster” to describe the ups and downs of an experience, but this acting action adventure had screaming and blood pumping and adrenaline surging to boot. It always does. And the people you’re in the car with, well, they form a bond with you that’s difficult to replicate. That’s one of the many reasons I love performing on stage.

For the next week, I’ll be sharing some of my thoughts during a typical community theater stage production, from audition notices to stage strike. Here we go! Hope you’re buckled in. Click click click click click …

I think: Hmm. Should I? Could I? I’m really busy.
When: I see an audition notice for a show that sounds interesting.
Because: It’s been a while since I’ve done a show. (Almost two years this last time.) I hear and read about all the wonderful things my acting friends have been doing, and deep down I miss it. It doesn’t help that people ask, “So, are you doing any shows lately?” and I have to spin some yarn about how I’m taking a break and blah, blah, blah. I feel so out of touch. I miss stretching my brain and my boundaries to learn new roles. I miss the quirkiness of rehearsals. The camaraderie of actors. The buzz of backstage. The unparalleled thrill of being on stage. But I just don’t have time. Still, I put a feeler out to some friends who know more about the show than I do and get their advice. “Go for it!” they say, not surprisingly. I have good friends.

I think: Omigosh omigosh omigosh I’m gonna die.
When: I finally decide to audition.
Because: Auditioning is one of the single scariest things on Earth. Even seasoned actors I know feel this way. I realize I need to brush up on the monologue and song that I’ll present to the director and whoever else’s smiling face is on that side of the table. I hope what I’m doing is what the director is looking for. If I’m lucky, I stumble through some cold reads from the script. I make a mental note to take a class to start improving this for next time.

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Me as Mr. MacAfee, Bye Bye Birdie, Desert Foothills Theater, Nov. 11–21

Photos courtesy of Jeremy Andorfer/Vangelis Productions