We Have Arrived too Late. . .
to play the bleeding heart show.
Not sure exactly what that means or its relevance to this morning's run other than I was listening to the New Pornographers' cd Twin Cinemas and had to play "Bleeding Heart Show" three times in a row before I could move on to the next song. An amazing pop song that shifts gears four times and, by the end, its jamming on the outro (which lasts half the song) and singing the refrain (that is this entry's title) again and again and again like a mantra to where it almost seems to make sense and I want to speed up my leisurely lope around the Franklin Field track with my fist pumping in the air.
Easy four this morning, Franklin Field loop and two laps on the track. Four miles in 35:29. This is a set up run for a later run with the PR Tuesday evening crowd. If any of you slackers are reading this, make sure you come out tonight.
The only other thing of note is that I left my shoes in the office last night. In deciding against running in basketball shoes, I dug out a pair of Nike Zoom Air's I had stashed in a remote corner of the house. They have maybe 30 miles on them. I ran 2 races in them - both pr's (including my still standing half-marathon pr) but then the air cushion in the right sole ruptured, so each time my foot strikes it makes an loud exhaling sound. I had them wrapped up and ready to send back to Nike (Rittenhouse Sports, where I got them, wouldn't exchange them) but never got around to it. So they are my in-case-of-emergency-break-glass shoes. And now they go back to the closet for another indefinite period.
Goes to show there is support all around you, you just need a problem and some looking around to realize it.
Not sure exactly what that means or its relevance to this morning's run other than I was listening to the New Pornographers' cd Twin Cinemas and had to play "Bleeding Heart Show" three times in a row before I could move on to the next song. An amazing pop song that shifts gears four times and, by the end, its jamming on the outro (which lasts half the song) and singing the refrain (that is this entry's title) again and again and again like a mantra to where it almost seems to make sense and I want to speed up my leisurely lope around the Franklin Field track with my fist pumping in the air.
Easy four this morning, Franklin Field loop and two laps on the track. Four miles in 35:29. This is a set up run for a later run with the PR Tuesday evening crowd. If any of you slackers are reading this, make sure you come out tonight.
The only other thing of note is that I left my shoes in the office last night. In deciding against running in basketball shoes, I dug out a pair of Nike Zoom Air's I had stashed in a remote corner of the house. They have maybe 30 miles on them. I ran 2 races in them - both pr's (including my still standing half-marathon pr) but then the air cushion in the right sole ruptured, so each time my foot strikes it makes an loud exhaling sound. I had them wrapped up and ready to send back to Nike (Rittenhouse Sports, where I got them, wouldn't exchange them) but never got around to it. So they are my in-case-of-emergency-break-glass shoes. And now they go back to the closet for another indefinite period.
Goes to show there is support all around you, you just need a problem and some looking around to realize it.
posted by seebo | 8:15 AM
1 Comments:
I will be there tonight...ready to slack.
On another note, I used to love running in Nikes but would blast through those air pockets like crazy. I think I returned three pairs to Nike before I gave up...never got more than 100 miles on any pair.
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