Sunday, June 21, 2009

on Springsteen and spring training

(So I originally wrote this post in
March - just goes to show how I like to start lots of little things, and then promptly forget about them - but happily I've got more to follow on this train of thought...)

Recently I've started to wish that I was just a little bit more the free-wheeling, train-hopping adventurous way, of course. Maybe it's that mischievious feeling in the air that spring brings (new adventures! daffodils! puppies! cleaning!), turning my mind towards all sorts of new daydreams and fledgling projects.

Mostly though, I like to think it's because a man I call Boss said it best: 'cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

Oh, how the fist gets pumping just thinking about that dancey-dance tune....


So start running I did.

And while I don't disagree that some of us truly may have been born to run, I, clearly am very happy in my natural habitat of couch, tv and remote, making relocation to the wild just a wee bit traumatic.

So, a few weeks and several ice packs later, I now find myself equally inspired and bewildered by the idiotic challenge that I have set for myself. You see, I have been gently coerced into training for a freaking half-marathon. That's 21. 1 kilometers to run. In a row.

Holy cow, what am I thinking?

Boss man, I feel what you're saying. I'm just gonna have to think trampy thoughts for the next little while...

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