On Monday, I blogged about longevity. More specifically I blogged about my lack of being able to keep up with my friends – many of whom are 5 years younger than I am and quite obviously are blessed with FAR more energy and endurance!
My dear partner Amanda was quick to remind me that the key is training and that tours are a marathon, not a sprint. I’m not at all surprised that I had somehow forgotten this along the way. Back in high school (oh SO many years ago now), I was on the swim team – and I was the sprinter. If they needed someone to do the final laps in a medley or a relay race, I was the girl. One day, one of my coaches needed someone to do the middle laps in a longer relay, and some brainiac on the team mentioned my name. After convincing me that I was only a sprinter in my own head, my name was submitted for that race, and I quickly found myself jumping into the pool – we had a great lead and there shouldn’t have been a problem. Except of course, that there was. I was good for the first couple laps – it was what I was used to swimming and I finished them quickly, but then I had to keep going. My brain quickly announced that I was insane, and my body began to feel like lead in water. Well, you can imagine what chaos ensued from there. (contrary to popular belief – you actually *can* hear when your teammates and coaches are screaming at you to “get your ASS in gear and move, we’re losing the lead!!” as you’re swimming!) In any case, my suspicions were confirmed that day: I am not an endurance competitor, nor am I all that thrilled about anything but the shortest swims. My high school swimming career ended shortly after that first season on the team, but not really because of that race. (more likely because I hated the idea of swimming in freezing cold water that my school district was too cheap to keep heated in the winter time – keeping in mind that I live in Southern California where it doesn’t really freeze. Read: I am a wimp!) So, hearing that I must once again train for a marathon isn’t exactly good news.
I’ll be honest with you, I’m the girl that is great for a one night knock down drag out party. I can stay up with the best of them, and although I don’t want this to come across as bragging because it’s really not – I can drink my weight in alcohol without much of a problem. I think I either take after my dad in that respect or I can thank my years as a Zeta Tau Alpha at Cal State Fullerton for that training – that’s right – I was a sorority girl. (go ahead and laugh – I certainly do. If you knew me, you’d realize that I am the antithesis of what a sorority girl usually is! Unfortunately I think my sorority house found that out as well.) The trouble is, I seem to burn out over the course of that one night. The next day I wake up, and am generally useless. I’m not necessarily hung over (although in recent years I cannot make such claims) but I have NO energy and the idea of doing all over again later that night isn’t a welcome thought. Naturally, when I’m on “tour” with the girls, there’s no way I could beg off a night of partying. They’d laugh, hand me a drink and say “shut up, it didn’t kill you LAST night.” So, you would think I’d learn. Of course, NORMAL people would learn, wouldn’t they? I might add that normal people also don’t follow a band to the extent that many of us have for 30 years now…..but hey, it’s not my place to ruin the party.
I suppose I should also add here that it’s all in the ambiance. I don’t party like that here at home (very tough to do that with 3 kids), and as I mentioned on Monday – I don’t even like clubbing much these days. I think I reserve all of that for when I’m with the girls for a weekend or I’m touring. Don’t tell my husband! Touring begs for living in hotels, living on cocktails (hey…isn’t there a song in there somewhere…like maybe “Hey Day” by Mr. John Taylor? :D), late nights, laughing and friends. I wholly admit that to do all of that here at home just is not the same, primarily because my closest friends aren’t here. So, when I meet up with those girls once or twice over the year, I think I’m making up for lost time!
So that brings me to the topic at hand. How does one train for such a marathon? Normally my “touring” is limited to a weekend at a time. I might get in as many as 3 shows, and by the time I’m headed to the airport for my flight home – I am completely spent. Never mind how I get off the plane and resume my “mom” duties – my husband and I are somewhat at odds over what happens when I get home. As I recall, he typically is running out the door for work in order to leave the chaos of the BOMB that went off in my home while I was gone; he claims that I spend the next two or three days in bed recovering. (Don’t I wish…) Regardless, there is no getting around the idea that I’m exhausted when I get home. This time, aside from the couple of shows I am doing here at home over the next month or so, I am headed to the UK for 9 days. We’ll do 4 shows, and I think we’ll be spending quite a bit of our time doing some quality assurance visits at every pub we can. How can I prepare?!?
I can make all sorts of promises to myself: I promise to sleep. I promise to eat properly. I promise not to drink all of the cider at any one pub on any one night….(yes, I love cider. I also love red wine, beer of all kinds… and the occasional vodka tonic) the reality is, I am sure I won’t be sleeping much, I will likely forget to eat (don’t ask how – I think it’s adrenaline), and I won’t even begin to discuss the libations. All I know is that I’m getting excited by the prospects, and since we’ve already agreed that my partner-in-crime will be attending with me and we will definitely be blogging on the road (thank goodness we don’t do webcasts – I don’t think anyone needs to actually SEE the effects of my lack of marathon training), so you all can laugh right along with me! (or at me, as the case may be!)
Did I even mention the band by name in this blog??? Oh wait – I did mention John. *whew* Close enough!