There is nothing more fun than running in the rain. About the only draw back I have to it, is that my clothes get heavy so I end up carrying extra weight. I was also watching for lightning and listening for thunder, but lucky for me I didn’t see or hear any. Good one tonight. How about you? Do you love running in the rain or walking in it or just being out in it (when there’s no major thunderstorm that is)?
A hot one tonight, but a good run overall. I think the heat broke a bit before I left the house, which is always good. I hope everyone had a good and relaxing Labor Day.
I honestly only got out to do my walk/run tonight for one reason – I wanted to listen to Van Halen. I have plenty of chances to listen to them throughout the day since I stay home with son, but it isn’t the same as when you listen to it on a run. When your legs are pumping, and the music is in your ears you feel like you are on your own personal island. It’s just you, the run, the music, and the world at large. It really helps to clear the head.
The song above has been running through my brain all day. I didn’t much like it when I was younger, when it was popular, but I enjoy it a lot more as an adult.
This song above has always been one of my favorites by them. Guess I tend to lean more to the Sammy years because I grew up listening to them with him when I was a teenager. Okay, that’s it. Sorry for the long post. Just felt like writing a bit tonight after a half-way decent walk/run.
How about you? Van Halen fan or not? Sammy or Dave, which one?
Now it’s your turn. I want to hear your Haiku or just your responses about your favorite coffee mugs. I have three I use often. One with Spiderman (my favorite), one with Batman, and one my parents got me in Boston. So, what is yours? What cup do you run to each morning to hold your favorite wake up juice?
Noticing the evening runs when they go long are starting to get dark by the end of them. It really is the middle of August. Fall really isn’t too far away.
On a completely different subject. I stumbled onto this file on my memory stick. It was at one time a CD called “Monster Ballads Platinum Edition Disc 2.” I’m not sure where Disc 1 is or if I even had it. Anyway, I popped that onto my MP3 Player and it has been in constant rotation on my last couple of runs – yes, I am very, very old.
Here’s the lineup:
1. Every Rose Has It’s Thorn | Poison
2. Don’t Know What You Got Til It’s Gone | Cinderella
Hard to leave the cool mountains and run down in the heat again, but I did it. Starting to see fall in the fading daylight. Dusk was on me a lot quicker tonight than it has been all summer. As you can tell from the Haiku, I also saw three young deer frolicking about. Guess it is also getting to be that time again as well. Okay, that’s it. Anybody ready for fall? I know I am.
I’m kind of an old dude, so this song has been running through my head for the last couple of days. It just pops in there when I look out at the hills in the distance.
Since you have been so good and read this far. Here is a little more of the short story “A Zombie Thanksgiving.” Publishing September 4th or somewhere around it. Thanks again for reading and following.
Dawn looked behind her, then to her left and right. No other zombies shifted about in the late fall heat, at least not from where she was currently standing. She turned back to the store, steadied her nerves, and turned on her light (this light was on a strap that ran around her head, so she could keep her hands free). She made sure her knife was still in place (it was), and the gun was ready to fire. Both were ready to do the job they were meant to do. She started to walk, ever so slightly, crunching on broken glass as she moved forward.
The parking lot outside might have looked bad, cars burnt, turned over, crashed or abandoned, carts strewn about, bodies dead and decaying, birds picking at the best parts of their flesh; but inside the store it was a different world all together. This place looked like a massive mob had just bulldozed its way through, knocking over shelves, people, carts, busting out the glass in the frozen food sections. Dead bodies were scattered everywhere. Some had parts of shelves sticking out of them, some of them devoured by zombies, some partially eaten by animals living wild in the area. It was a picture of mass panic frozen in a time of chaos.
The smell inside the store also wasn’t pleasant, rotten flesh, rotten meat, spoiled milk, all kinds of putrid things in a state of decay mingled and danced together in the non-air-conditioned air. Dawn had a strong stomach, so she was able to force her brain to focus on pleasant subjects. This kept her stomach from losing what little bit of food she had in it.
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