To Run or Not To Run? Run.
In the news today to bitch and complain about: I don't care. Baseball's on, playoff hockey's on, there's great music to listen to -- screw Washington.


Sunday Afternoon Run: 23 minutes 41 sec | +37 sec |
3 Days Since My Last Run
4:35 p.m. - 72° - overcast
OUTSTANDING RUN!!!! Not really. I was wavering, wanted to run today, didn't want to run today, I'll be just fine putting it off until tomorrow, but that's not what I wanted to do. Tired. Baseball's on TV. Tired. Screw it. But somehow I was suddenly finding myself changing clothes and getting my socks and running shoes on. Huh. Okay. These things I knew: I already had a Playlist ready to go on my mp3 player and I felt fairly well fueled and hydrated. A mystery to me exactly what force got my ass out there but somehow I got out outside, got to the trail and got my run in.
I felt okay, no serious thoughts that I can recall, of wanting to quit, quit, quit. I hate those thoughts! They say: eat donuts and ice cream!!! Get fat! Get diabetes... the government will pay for everything you need! FUCK OFF, GOVERNMENT!!!!!!!!!! So I need to run. Fat is not good. Must be healthy! Plus one of these days I swear I'm gonna run the London Marathon for charity. Hmmm... I think it's next weekend. I don't think I'll get there this year.
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I felt okay, no serious thoughts that I can recall, of wanting to quit, quit, quit. I hate those thoughts! They say: eat donuts and ice cream!!! Get fat! Get diabetes... the government will pay for everything you need! FUCK OFF, GOVERNMENT!!!!!!!!!! So I need to run. Fat is not good. Must be healthy! Plus one of these days I swear I'm gonna run the London Marathon for charity. Hmmm... I think it's next weekend. I don't think I'll get there this year.
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![]() Sunday's Running Playlist included most of this album... | |
![]() | Amy MacDonald This Is The Life 2007 |
Mr. Rock & Roll This Is The Life Poison Prince Youth Today Run Let's Start A Band Barrowland Ballroom L.A. A Wish For Something More Footballers Wife |
Holy crap, what a GREAT album. Really. I love her indie rock sound. From just outside of Glasgow, Scotland, Ms. MacDonald was only 19 when she recorded this, 20 when it was released. Debut album? No way -- her voice sounds so mature. It is her debut and it's full of great song writing and great music. At times her voice sounds a bit Irish, a little Dolores O'Riordan-ish (The Cranberries) while at other times her Scottish accent rings out. That's very sexy and exotic. American accents suck. Listening to a female singer from the UK is something I really dig. This is a cool collection of songs and I'm so glad I've got it... definitely gonna listen more in the future!
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