I need someone to blog for me… I keep wanting this to be a regular blog, but it doesn’t seem to be…
First off, I had an awful run yesterday, simply awful. Chris and I planned on a 20-22 miler, but he’s been having knee pain and opted to rest, while I decided to ignore my ankle pain (it was fine on Friday…) and set off to Central Park. I wore the capris that I will run in Philly and my only complaint is that I had three gels in the back pocket which rested on my tailbone. Though I find that much easier than carrying them, or safety pinning them, they did bring my pants down a bit. Trial and error. The weather was nice and a bit rainy at times. I felt great the first 8 miles – energized, fast, and pain free. Around mile 4, I ran into the setup of the finish line for the NYC Marathon tomorrow. It was quite the scene with the blue and orange, boxes of apples, country flags, runners, etc. I got giddy for a moment excited for my friends running tomorrow and a sense of pride that I’ll be running under that finish line on November 7th 2010. I’ve watched the NYC Marathon for years in person and on TV and I’m elated that I finally made running a marathon one of my goals and that I’ll be running the race next year. But first, Philadelphia.
My ankle started hurting around mile 8 and I was starving despite eating well before my run and already taking a gel. CP was also like a ghost town since many of the usual runners either got their run in already or are running tomorrow so there was a lack of crowd to keep me going. Mile 11 was rough, I was tired. My ankle was throbbing and I winced with every step around mile 13.3. I stretched a bit and drank some water to regroup mentally. I wanted to run 20, and those remaining 6.7 miles seemed soooo long. I told myself if I get to 15, I can stop and not feel guilty. So I trudged through 2 more miles on a soft surface and once I started walking, the pain was worse. I picked up two bags of ice and sat in an ice bath for 20 minutes, which hurt so good. The pain in my ankle was so bad that the ice was an afterthought and almost immediately after I got out, the pain lessened and was gone by the time I went to bed. I should have had it looked at the other day, but my doctor left because I was five minutes late to my appointment and I can either sit and wait in express care or make an appointment for 6 weeks from now. Ugh.
The marathon is now 3 weeks away and I’m getting nervous and I feel as though I’m not going to be prepared. Granted, it’s my first and just finishing will be a feat and rewarding, but still, I will be disappointing in myself if I feel like I wasn’t ready or could have done better. I’m working as a medical assistant for the NYC Marathon today so perhaps that will boost my morale and motivation. I’m rooting for a Ryan Hall win in 2:05! 
In other news, we moved our office… it’s cozy. Because of my OCD, the boxes and clutter severely bothered me. I honestly had to step outside because I felt claustrophobic and couldn’t deal with the mess. MY AREA was perfectly fine and everything was in it’s place, it was everything else that I couldn’t handle.
This week we also had a major label showcase for YV, which they nailed. I have never seen Coyle sing as passionately as he did on Tuesday. And Mal is an animal. Still waiting on a firm answer… But during those 30 minutes, as I saw a perfect band in front of me, then compared the stage to what a label looks for, it hit me that this is a freaking hard business. I mean, I’ve been at my job in artist management for 5 years – I’ve certainly had my ups and downs, my successes and failures, I know what works and what doesn’t… but it’s still hard to be on the creative end waiting on feedback from the entity that have the dollars and manpower to take a band to the proverbial “next level”. And it’s all a matter of opinion at that point. To even get to the level of a major label showcase you have to have to talent, the drive, the history, the songs. But other than that, it lies in one person’s opinion…and as you know, in addition to stellar bands that consistently tour and put out great songs, there is a lot of shit on the radio and in tv and on commercials and in movies. It wears you down.
I took my first portion of an LSAT practice test, reading comprehension. Though I didn’t prepare for the SAT’s since I feel that with these kinds of tests, you either know it or don’t… I received one of the highest scores in my class, so I was fine, but I’m anxious for the LSAT. For starters, I have been out of school for 6 years. And second, I get one shot. If that, seeing how I’m wait listed. So I at least want to be prepared, I have two study guides which I’ll open Nov 1, and a few tests from previous years. There are five sections, each section timed at 35 minutes. I finished my practice section in 23 minutes and scored 43/44. The correct answer I simply misread and I wasn’t stumped, I just read one word incorrectly. but at least I know I have a cushion of time so in my next practice round I can read the questions more carefully or at least do a final skim through of my answers. 34 more days until the LSAT, talk about a cram session!
And lastly, this week was anchored by Aurora’s and Chris’s birthdays. We celebrated Chris’s on Monday night at Red Lion where we all had a bit too much to drink but all still had worldly revelations, and tonight we’ll be celebrating Aurora’s birthday at Wogie’s with a (hopefully) Eagles and Phillies win.
Off to work the marathon, happy Sunday!
. It just got harrowing with things like the above were every day occurrences, just like in the book/movie.
