My life has been spiraling into the panic zone. Work is piling up, sleep is a rare commodity and my son’s going through some tough stuff with his dad, to boot. It doesn’t help that good old manic Iowa went from 51 degrees Saturday to about degrees Sunday overnight. It’s so cold it hurts to breathe, and that’s when I feel like even a dog walk is torture.
I grew up here. What’s the matta with me?
Blame it on my thyroid disease, bad circulation, old age–whatever. I’m a cold wimp. Less outdoor exercise means I have to get to the gym. Sometimes I just don’t have enough minutes in the day, but today I got there.
This morning I finally took the “bull by the horns” and started practicing my music for Carnegie Hall. Say that again? Yep, Carnegie. Ensemble Peripherie and I will be performing there next October. We have a “practice run” tour in March, and I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to look at the pile of new music that we will be playing. We’re talking fresh off the press new; great works by young, living American composers. Stay tuned for further updates on how you–yes, you!–can help me get to Carnegie Hall. It’s not all practice; I need a bit of funding help to get my soon-to-be-repaired cello and myself on the plane to Manhattan.
I may have scared the plumber who was replacing the trap under my kitchen sink drain this morning with the non-traditional sounds coming out of my cello. She (I use an awesome all-female plumbing company called “Beaday Plumbing”) was adding to the cacophony with a saw and running water. We were in perfect harmony.
After applying myself to my cello and teaching my two dedicated adult students, I was tired and hungry but still made it to the gym. I was thrilled that my legs felt really good on the bike, and then I just took off. Here’s a huge plug for Expresso bikes (and they don’t endorse me.) They make indoor riding fun with little videos. The rider has to break, shift gears and steer so texting or talking while riding just isn’t going to happen, like on a real ride. Expresso offers a pacer (that you can control the speed on) and also your own “ghost” from a previous ride. Today I smoked my ghost by more than 6 minutes. This never happens! I think smoke was coming out of the back wheel. Really, I just felt stronger, my ankle felt great, and I had a lot of stress to burn out.
And the rest of the day has been a happy endorphin-enhanced dream. I was patient with my high school cello students and bought a t-bone to share with my son after his dance class tonight.
Little by little, one issue at a time, I will take control and conquer my stress. Thank you bike and thank you cello-time today.