Thursday, November 21, 2013

An eventful run



This morning I went for a run-of-the-mill 5-miler.  Sometimes I wish I had my camera with me so I can capture the little things I see.  But, today there were three things that were even more noteworthy than usual.

1)    I had a running first: I got pooped on by a bird.  At mile 1.5, right as I was crossing the bridge over the bayou, I saw the offending liquid streak in front of my field of vision.  Hoping I had missed it I looked down and saw that it got me square in the chest.  Awesome.  At least it was a little one that mostly shrunk into the fabric by the time I got home.


2)   I inadvertently caused a minor accident.  At mile 3.75 I was crossing the street (yes, I had the right of way) when vehicle #1 slowed down to watch me – I think he was trying to turn – and vehicle #2 wasn’t paying attention.  He did a classic fender-bender.  There probably wasn’t any damage since they were going so slow, but I felt a bit like I was in this Allstate commercial.

3)    I made friends with an eagle at mile 4.25.  Ok so really I just stopped and we stared at each other for a moment before I ran on, but what the heck is an eagle doing in the middle of the city?  It was just chilling on the grassy area by the sidewalk.

It looked like this brown eagle.  I shall name him George.

And this, folks, is why treadmill running is a last resort for me, as well as one of the reasons why I don’t wear earphones when I run.  Running outside is so much more entertaining!

Monday, November 11, 2013

Here is how Life works.



Life hands you lemons.  Sometimes one or two at a time, other times a whole crate full.  So you clean up your storage room and find sugar to make lemonade so as not to put those good ol’ lemons to waste.  Then Life causes you to either trip on your own big feet and spill the freshly-made lemonade all over the floor, or you find out that you accidentally put salt in your lemonade and have to start over.  Take your pick.

By then you still have a ton of lemons – because Life is so generous – but have no sugar.  At this point a friend has an inclination to bring over some sugar, and you make lemonade together.  By the time your lemonade is again depleted you have already received your new allotment of lemons.  So now it’s time to gather more sugar, make a new batch of lemonade, and enjoy it with someone you love.

That is how Life works.

Case in point – this weekend was filled with loved ones rallying to support my husband and me through some struggles.  Then not 15 minutes after lowering a bill this morning to make things manageable, I got pulled over for failing to stop at a stop sign on my way to work.  Lemonade is served, y’all.



Monday, October 28, 2013

Houston Symphony review



I have wanted to see the Houston Symphony play at Jones hall since we moved here 2 ½ years ago, but so far have only heard them at Miller Outdoor Theater on the grassy hill.  Theater tickets are EXPENSIVE.  A friend of a friend was giving away some free tickets for last Thursday’s performance, including a parking pass, and I was the first on the Facebook scene to snatch them up.  I was having a pretty terrible week, so that helped brighten my mood.  Our tickets put us on the Mezzanine level, which was fun because the seats swivel.

I felt so at home at the theater.  I really feel privileged to be a part of the arts scene.  Maybe someday I’ll put in hours and hours of practicing and re-audition for a professional symphony.  But right now I am really liking where I am with the Houston Civic Symphony.

The Houston Symphony played three pieces.  The first was Helix, which is a modern piece premiered only in 2005, by conductor and composer Esa-Pekka Salonen who currently conducts the London Philharmonic.  While I consider myself pretty open to weird, modern pieces, I always go in hesitantly.  But I was in for a treat when I heard Helix, and absolutely loved it.  The whole idea behind the piece was that it was a 9-minute acceleration.  It started with simple timpani and other percussion, and ended with a fully-orchestrated bang.  The concert notes read, “As the music thread winds around this ever-narrowing cone-shaped spiral, the notes of its two phrases seem to circle faster and faster until the music abruptly stops for lack of any further space to climb.”  Here is a recording of it, but this is definitely a piece that is best live, where you can experience the rawness of it.  Plus, I think the Houston Symphony did a better job.

The second piece they played was the Mozart Oboe Concert in C Major, with soloist Jonathan Fischer.  It was refreshing to see a professional symphony and see how crisp and clean they can get pieces from the classical era.  The soloist was obviously a top-talent, and was spot-on with his clarity, especially with his impressive upper range.  But I will always stand by the fact that string players are more exciting to watch as soloists than wind and brass players – there are just more moving parts.  It was fun to compare this symphony with other Mozart works.  They say that Vivaldi just wrote the same piece in 400 different ways, but I think Mozart gives him a run for his money with how recognizable his style is.  Here is a recording.

The third and last piece was the Schumann Symphony No. 2 in C Major.  I guess they really liked the key of C that night.  This piece was written while Schumann was struggling with mental illness and right after a major concert tour with his wife, Clara, who was a concert pianist.  I recognized the second movement (which starts at 12:44 in this recording) immediately as a very hairy section we had as part of principal chair auditions for my symphony.  It is relentlessly fast for the violins, and has really difficult note patterns.  Throughout the piece there is a complexity of theme that contrasts light and dark, which people attribute to his shifting mental state.  I thought the fourth movement recalled elements from each of the previous movements and recapitulated things nicely.

Besides listening to the pieces, I always like to watch the musicians and the conductor.  Conductors always fascinate me.  They usually have some quirk about them, whether it is big hair (preferably a mullet), or a certain flair to their baton.  The conductor for this concert was Hannu Lintu, and his quirk was his flair.  
Exhibit A is Dudamel, the LA Phil conductor
 If someone can explain to me why every major symphony conductor beats on the OFF beat, I’d be much obliged.  I cannot for the life of me follow their ictus (which is like the check mark in the conducting pattern) when it comes a half-beat before the orchestra.  I don’t get it.

I thought it was pretty funny that TJ and I were opposites on what we liked about the concert.  I found the Salonen exciting, while he thought it lacked a melody and direction.  I, as a self-respecting classical musician, of course liked listening to the Mozart, but TJ raved about it.  And then in the Schumann, I especially appreciated movements 2 and 4 and he really enjoyed the slow and poignant third movement.  When it came to the conductor I don’t think TJ even looked at him.  But I am very glad that we both enjoying going to concerts and have elements that we each bring to the discussion.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Painting happy little trees



What a fun day so far, and it’s not even 4:00.

I somehow made it through my 8 mile run this morning even though I didn’t leave until 8:00.  In Houston terms that means starting at almost 80 degrees and the sun wasn’t even over the taller buildings yet.  That was the first time in quite awhile that I’ve run that far (the most I’ve been doing has been 6), but I’m trying to bump things up this month because I’m running a half marathon with a group of friends on the 28th.  It might not be the fastest race I’ve ever done, but if I can do an 8-er with no problems I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to finish.

Next, TJ and I stopped into Chick Fil A for our free breakfast entrĂ©e.  Bless them all their days for giving free, yummy food away so frequently.

Three of my good friends came over for a ladies lunch and then painting time.  Unfortunately I’m lame and didn’t get any pictures of us, so I’ll have to remember to do that next time.  For our potluck we had clam chowder, Hawaiian rolls, salad, and raspberries.  It was delicious and totally hit the spot!  The soup was my way of willing autumn to come.  It didn’t work.  Just ask our poor AC.

After lunch we set everything up in my office/studio and had fun chatting and painting while TJ made himself scarce.  One of the girls had to leave early to help photograph a birthing story (there was not much we could have done about that!), but that just means we have to plan another afternoon together.
Ignore the red streak at the top - that's just the drop cloth behind it.

Here is my acrylic painting, and I love it!  I haven’t worked with acrylic paints in probably 15 years so it was fun to reacquaint myself with it.  Since we only had an hour to do the actual painting I did just a small one.  I think this is an 8x10.  And the best part is that done and dried and ready to be signed!  Perhaps I should get more into acrylic instead of oil painting since it’s faster and cheaper.  Hmm…

Saturday, August 3, 2013

The Last Run



So far this weekend is shaping up to be terrific.  Since I left my phone at home yesterday I didn’t find out until after I got home from work that I have a new nephew!  I’m so excited to meet baby Jack at Christmastime.  It’s sad that I don’t get to see my nieces and nephews more often, especially since most of my family lives by each other now.

The other great part this weekend was seeing my dear friend Charisse and meeting her husband Tim!  I just happened to see a post on Facebook saying they were driving through, and clearly she forgot I lived in Houston, so I frantically messaged her hoping she’d see it in time (since I didn’t have my phone, ahh!).  We went for ice cream while we caught up and reminisced about old college classes and pit orchestras.

Eating at Amy's Ice Creams
Apparently the girl who took our picture also got this shot of the back of my head.  It just made me laugh when I got my camera back.  Also, yay for my hair getting long again!


So now onto the title of this post…This morning was my last run.  At least it was the last run for a month.  I’m starting a 12-week program that focuses on nutrition and exercise, specifically weight lifting.  I am so excited to get out of the heat for a month and to build up more muscle before I add cardio back in.   

You can check it out at Jamie Eason's Live Fit.  I am aiming at more definition and strength, and getting down to 20% body fat.  I feel like a beast.  But I’ll probably feel like a bowl of Jello this time next week.

This is purposely far away because 1. it's a selfie and 2. then you can't see how gross I look after I run in the heat.


















This morning’s run was a 6-miler.  And I am proud to say I actually got up at 6am (ok, 6:08, but I can’t be the only one who sets their alarm to weird times so that it feels more natural to wake up).  I have to leave before the sun gets up if I want the temperature to still be in the 70s, even though there’s like 90 thousand percent humidity in the morning.  Between vacations and a really hectic schedule, the month of July was pretty dismal in terms of logging running miles, so this last week has been really enjoyable to get outside and log some good, solid runs.  I still have the goal of running 1,000 miles this year.  I am ahead of schedule, so even with taking a month off running I will only have to average 21 miles a week for the last four months of the year.  I should plan a running party for my 1,000th mile!  Yes!  Who is with me?