First, let me apologize for all of the lyrics infused post titles. My mind has been thinking in song lyrics lately.
So anyway, I went running again yesterday evening and the weather turned absolutely horrid. It was only a slight drizzle of rain when I left my apartment but quickly turned into a downpour that left me completely drenched. I could have been mistaken for someone who went swimming in her running clothes. At first I was kind of disappointed after the high I was on following the prior day's moment of clarity. I did not think that the rain and wind's incessant pounding in my face and the bleak weather would get me into the proper spirit, but I ran on anyway.
Then a funny thing happened, I had another one of those moments. Marjorie Fair's Empty Room started playing from my shuffle and made everything alright. Better than alright, it made things magical again. I held out my hands and could feel the cold drops of rain gently prickling my palms. The puddles of water that were forming on the sidewalks happen to catch the light just right and made me feel like I was jogging down a perfectly lit runway. And Marjorie Fair put it all into perspective, all those silly things we worry about, well "This doesn't matter like it did before, this doesn't matter much anymore".
Does anyone remember the scene in The Shawshank Redemption when Tim Robbin's emerges from that sewer pipe? It felt like I should have gotten an aerial photo just like that in that exaxt moment.
Both of these experiences made me figure this playlist thing out. There are some songs that help keep your pace while running (Q-Tip's Breathe and Stop), there are some songs that make you feel like you running away from something (Joy Division's Digital) and there are some songs that make you feel like you are running toward something. Something better in fact. Don't Stop Believin' and Empty Room both made me feel like I was running for a reason.
I need more of that.
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Never quite made it to that point when I was running (jogging?)Glad to hear it was rain and not just inappropriate sports attire. Though I wouldn't mind if some confusion caused a chick to run in her SWIM clothes.
Great, now you have me thinking about swimming in the Ala Wai. I feel so dirty. Like when Kramer swam in the East River.
(This from the girl who ran the Swamp Romp, where belly up frogs and fish were not an unusual sight).
Leslie is afraid of the Ala Wai. Something to do with Talapia.
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