My stomach… It hurts.
My glutes… They hurt.
My back… Hurts much, much!… Less.
WHAAAA?!
What’s going on? I’m working out again. Oh, oh, oh! And. Annnnnd. In new ways. This past week I ran twice – for about 15-20 minutes. I’ve been to the gym 3 times each week. Quyen and I volleyed for a bit late last week for a solid 20 minutes. Instead of simply passing and setting to warm up I sorta went to town.
“Get low.” Kristy and Ali can be heard saying that in practice. I didn’t need their, how to say, suggestion push coaching voices! Oh no. I was almost sitting on the ground with each pass and moved my feet like I was practicing for the non-tap dance dance-off-a-thon scheduled for Smarch 42nd! I was in the zone.
The next day or two few days I FELT IT. Whooooo! It was abso-splend-er-ific!
Since then I ran and have been to a class that drains sweat out of the body almost as well as a sauna. This aint no joke sista. Ed Sherin’s class, a class with the longest name in recorded history, ‘An Intuitive and Impulsive Exploration of Text: A Useful Tool for Actors and Directors’ is an experience a wild ride. Yesterday I was glossed over in sweat. Arms. Legs. Chest. Whoooooo-rah!
What’s the big? I found emotions I only knew were in the scene… I’d never felt them. That was then, now though, cha’ching. Getting out of the head coupled with pulling a Nike (aka just doing it) = love of acting.
Right. So. My body is sore and I’m getting back in touch with the emotion thing. The emotion thing. I think I’m ready for next Wednesday’s general audition at 6:42 – Yes I chose that time over the other 630-700 blocks.
The kittens have been fed, I’ve jotted out some thoughts, I’ve checked the finances, and I even read some rumors — ewwwww and It’s not even 7. Hmm, I wonder if there is a matinee to check out during emma’s all day volley balling. Hmm.