Boy I was cranky last night. I felt sick for awhile more and finally bit the bullet and took something for it. I don’t know why, for a headache or other pain I take ibuprofen in a second, but for stomach issues I always wait for it to go away on its own. In any case, around midnight it finally passed…at which point I realized I had a sore throat. Two of my good friends have been sick over the last week, so I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I woke up and immediately popped a Sudafed PE.
Today is going to be fantastic though. I’m taking the day off from working out (and running), and practicing the violin. My shoulders, arms, wrists, and hands are all feeling the effects of ten hours of rehearsal over the weekend, and the rain today doesn’t help. I have some students later in the day, but no big deal. Maybe I’ll clean the house or get a pedicure. (One of those sounds more appealing…)
I took some pictures over the weekend at various places, but most of them turned out fairly poorly.
Friday night was the grand opening at the Tavern of Fine Arts, where Chamber Project St Louis will be playing on September 10. It was a fun night, though in retrospect we should have done something else, SINCE all my weekend rehearsals took place there too.
At least we look tan?
Though they look pretty tan too.
The chocolate cake was really good. Adrianne was trying to do a crazy pose, but kept cracking up. This is the best picture that I got.
The food was a buffet of all the menu options, but tiny portions. Gazpacho, hummus, flatbreads, sandwiches, and then chocolate cake and a strawberry pound cake. There were $4 wine specials also.
Saturday was spent in rehearsal for the upcoming CPSTL concert. We rehearsed Britten in the morning and Prokofiev in the afternoon. I hadn’t worked with a few of the musicians before and frankly it was a lot of fun. The only issue was by the end of the day I was utterly exhausted (4 pm) and all I could manage to do the rest of the night was lie on the couch. It was a shame because one of Chris’s groomsmen, Norbert, came through town and I wasn’t able to go out with them because I was old and tired.
Sunday we did it all again. Britten and Prokofiev. By the end of the day I felt as if I had been hit by a truck. And I still had a run planned with Jen, who was getting back from a family visit. Which leads us to last night’s sad and pathetic post.
I’m over it now. At dinner Chris told me to stop being so dramatic, that every run didn’t have to be a good run. I’d love for SOME runs to be good runs, because I feel like it’s been so long since I’ve had even a mildly good run, but I guess it really is the heat. And I need to be more careful of my diet, both on the day of a run and the day before. I can’t eat a bunch of crap and drink wine on Friday nights and then ask myself why Saturday’s run sucked. Yet I am also unwilling to give up my social life for a run, because I need that interaction. I’m going to think about this.
At dinner last night Chris HAD to try the Stone Sublimely Self-Righteous Ale. I asked him to pose in a self-righteous manner. This is what he came up with. Yes, this is the man I’m going to marry.
He thought it was good, but didn’t love it.