Today I ran 26km. The footing was good for the most part. I rolled my right ankle on one turn. Strangely, my left ankle is the one that hurts now.
Construction continues on my place. The tiles have been put down into the cement. All that needs to be done is a half hour work tomorrow to grout them. Then I will finally have my place back. I’ve been slowly moving furniture back into the living room. I’ve made a pledge to not move anything in until I clean it first. Get rid of the dust and such. So I only have a big screen TV and a chair put out. But they’re clean! This is in preparation for the after-flood party I’m going to have to have.
I got an email today from Rapid Fire Theatre. This is the relevant paragraph:

Come see the new crop! Rapid Fire Theatre has been training and teaching, and wants to show off its latest group of graduates from the RAPID FIRE IMPROV ACADEMY. A special show, Playground, will be staged Feb. 27 at 8 p.m. at the Varscona Theatre, 10329-83 Ave., to showcase the extreme talents of our most advanced academy class. The Level III improvisors will delight and astound you with their wit and spontaneity, so come see the show! Pay-what-you-can admission. Call 448-0695 for reservations.

I’m nervous about this show. Anything else I would be able to prepare for and train myself until I thought I was good enough to show other people. But that’s the exact opposite of improv. I can’t prepare! That’s the point. I’m debating letting people at work know. Some are goading me to say when it is. Flubbing up in front of strangers is easy to stomach. Making an idiot of yourself in front of co-workers… They can harass me the next day!
I’ve been reading Canticle‘s journal recently. I’m feeling left behind in my life. In the span of three months he’s gotten himself a new house, job, and wife. I’ve been pretty stagnant for the last five years.
I need to start living life again.