Or not running, such as the case my be. I am so bummed I don't even know where to begin. I guess it all started when I decided to have a third child. The mere thought of having a "middle" child was enough to induce more guilt than I could handle. After all, he had been my baby for so long... anyway, here I am 4 years after the third was born and my middle is loudly singing along with headphones upstairs and I am trying so hard to make him happy. I know none of this seems related, but last year my oldest talked me into auditioning for a musical with her at a theater that is an hour away. We both made it, and in fact, I had a major part. It was an amazing experience, something that I had always wanted to do. So, fast forward to almost two weeks ago. I was with my middle one at the mall and we ran into one of my former cast mates who asked if I would be auditioning this year. I told him I wasn't sure and he told me that I had to make up my mind because auditions were the next day and that he really hoped I'd do it. I hugged him and left. Tanner, my darling middle child, turned to me and said "can we do it mom? PLEASE!". Tanner doesn't have a whole lot of outside interests and I try to encourage him wherever I can, so very reluctantly, I agreed.
When we got to the audition, the director took me off to myself and explained to me that this was a very male heavy cast and that she'd had TONS of people auditioning, so if she didn't cast me, would I want her to not cast Tanner, since I drive so far. Again, trying to help my middle child find his identity and interests, I told her to feel free to cast him if she thought he deserved to be cast and I had a BRILLIANT idea; I would run while he was at rehearsal. It was perfect. And let me say, my son CRUSHED the audition. The child can sing and dance!!!
So, last night I got the email that changed my little world. We were BOTH cast... as "Citizens of Oz". No one under age 15 got a speaking part, but she did eliminate tons of kids who auditioned and still thought we were good enough that she wanted to put us in somewhere. I am flattered. But opening weekend is March 20 and 21. Ther is NO way I can get out of the play, drive to Virginia Beach and still be okay to run a half marathon on the 22nd. I am devastated! I have been living my whole life in training for the Shamrock Half Marathon. But my son needs this and he needs the time with me. I just keep thinking of the Frost poem about a dream deferred and how it implodes. Blah. I guess I am now on the hunt for a new goal. :(
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