Happy endings all around.
We closed our show down in Wimberley last night, and we enjoyed every minute of it. We played and improved to a lively crowd who went with us every step of the way. It was a fittingly joyful finale to what has been an utterly enjoyable experience. The one and only problem was that, our last shows being on the road as they were, we had almost an hour-long drive home afterward. With a show that doesn't end until after 11 (once everything's put away) this meant a rather late bedtime.
And when the alarm went off at 7 this morning, I was not particularly in the mood to get out of bed, but I did, and immediately regretted doing so. The second my feet hit the floor, a wave of pain swept through my entire body. I took the two steps to my phone, turned off the alarm, and immediately dropped back into bed.
A couple hours later, I woke again and started to get moving, hopeful that it was just a grogginess issue, but sadly, this was not the case. I had a full on playngover.
Now, this has nothing to do with alcohol. As you near the end of a show's run, you pour a large amount of energy and focus into it, very often at the expense of other health-related aspects of your life. Very often, as apparently happens with marathon training as well, when the actual event is over, any sickness that you've held off often catches up with you. This morning, I felt every cough, sore throat and body ache of the last two months hit me all at once. As such, I did not get out for 12 miles this morning.
No problem, says I, I'll get it this afternoon. Only one problem with that plan - today was the hottest day of the year. Yes, not only have we set the heat record for the year, but it's still getting hotter. After a five-hour outdoor rehearsal for my next show, my body wasn't going to take twelve miles, so I'll get them tomorrow.
The next two weeks should be rather difficult, and I'm not making them any easier by delaying today's run, or by adding travel into the mixture.
But at least I've made today a little easier.