And now onto 10 months of mayhem.

Tonight is my last free night before starting back up at the theatre again, 5-6 nights a week, every week, until the last week of June. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.

Before you get me wrong, let me clarify: I love my theatre job. Love. It. It’s working my theatre job and Starbucks together that made last year super crazy. I basically lived to work, existing on a series of naps, and making God awful food choices to get me through. This year, however, is going to be very, very different. How? Because I’m going to do what it takes to make healthier choices. I want this to be a better year. And I’m going to make it better one choice at a time.

Today wasn’t exactly as planned, but overall I’m happy with how it turned out. I made Andrew and I veggie omelets and baked hashbrowns, then we set off for a hike. Except the hike turned out to be a bust, because most of the trail was closed due to construction. I wanted to get a full hike in, so I suggested revisiting one of my favorite hikes, Wahclella Falls. Except it took us nearly 40 minutes just to get back out to the highway due to the sheer volume of cars trying to get a spot for various hikes along the gorge. We decided to skip it altogether, since it was so crowded and anywhere we went would be ridiculously crowded and impossible to park at due to the holiday. So we came back and decided to catch a matinee at the local theatre pub. I indulged in some popcorn and a soft drink (all points accounted for, of course), then took Andrew home. As I was heading back to my apartment, I really just wanted to veg out and eat terrible things, a theme of feelings I’ve been having for the better part of a week. Instead I threw on some running clothes, laced up my sneakers, and went out to the track for a run. I ran 2 miles (holler) and cooled down with a walk. Yay me.
The blister is still kicking (good. gravy.) albeit not getting worse. It’s feeling less uncomfortable in shoes, which is good. I’m hoping that in another week my foot will be top notch again.

Alright, off to veg for an hour or so before bed. And so begins my 10 months of working like a madwoman.