What Drove Me To Pass Out At 7:15pm Last Night

As most of you know, we had our first public show open Thursday night for “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.” It was my first time seeing it all the way through and it BLEW MY MIND. I cried, I sang, I screamed and I danced. I was pumped for Friday.

Then, of course, bad weather hit the area and an official command was issued at 10:30am that our show had to be cancelled. It’s really unfortunately because, by showtime, the threat of severe weather for our area had dissipated. The loss of revenue is really going to hurt us, but we’re trying to just fill the shows every other night to make up for it. Wish us luck on that.

But…I was very tired Friday from Thursday night’s performance. And while they cancelled the show Friday, all of my family was still in town so I was up until at least 11 hanging with them and waiting on E to get home from his night out. My bro, sister-in-law and I all met a friend from some trail running early Saturday morning. 6 miles worth of trails including one DEATH TRAIL which is something you hike, not run. It’s too steep and rocky. (That’s my picture on it in the mosaic.) Then, after that trail run we had not ONE but TWO completely separate, unrelated flash mobs. Both in the same place.

TWO FLASH MOBS.

I had one with boot camp where we met and spontaneous broke out into burpees. Then I had one that I just watched with the cast of “Joseph”. TWO. IN. ONE. DAY.

This was the moment I realized I live a weird life.

We had a show that night and we had to get started earlier than usual to accomodate a ticket exchange we had set up for people who had tickets to Friday night’s show. We all got to bed around 11 that night, and I got up Sunday to run 11 miles at 6:30am. I bid farewell to my family before having another matinee show Sunday afternoon.

I’m telling you all of this just so that when I tell you this last thing, you won’t laugh at me:

I went to bed last night around 7:15pm.

Yep. Slept until 4am this morning, too.

When I got home last night it took everything out of me just to get into my pajamas. I did pop open a beer just to enjoy while I was getting ready for bed, putting up some clothes and sending some emails. But I was in ZOMBIE MODE where I was just functioning enough to complete the task at hand. My face was flushed and my eyes were blood shot. I was so tired it was PHYSICALLY OBVIOUS. I passed out at 7:15pm on the couch and barely made it into Wes’s bed (which seemed the best place to sleep at the time) when Donnie and the kids got home.

I think it’s the most tired I’ve ever been.

I feel good this morning, though. And we have tonight off so hopefully I’ll get another good night’s sleep before the final show week. I also wanted to get some miles in tonight so I only ran once last week but I’m not sure if I’m motivated enough. I kinda like the idea of having one night off from EVERYTHING.

So…I now know what my exhaustion limit is. And it wasn’t pretty.