Sometimes... sync/groove

Home alone today in the silence of darkness. I wasn't going to run, but finally gave in. However, instead of moving furniture so I could tread in front of the tv, I stayed in the kitchen. Thought I'd just put a cd on. I guess I had forgotten that I had the enhanced version of U2's "How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb." So I watched that on the computer. Hmm.

I have liked u2 since they were punks. Since I was a punk. Likely we all still are. Different. I like this album especially. Vertigo, Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own, Yahweh, and everything. While Jason & the Scorchers has got to be the best live club band, I'm wondering if U2 isn't one of the best arena bands. I wouldn't know - never had the pleasure - but I would think.

At any rate, while watching/listening to Sometimes You Can't Make It, I began to think about the race. You know, when you've been passed up, do you still keep on running? Most definitely I've been passed, and proud of it, but I don't think it means I stop. Too many people fall victim to thinking winning is the only thing; that second or third or nine hundred and twenty first has no purpose. Sync. Groove. Wisdom. Long.

I was tooling around 5 mph - which isn't particularly fast, but it's as fast as I've been going in awhile - and I realized I was perfectly in sync with Vertigo. I love that song.

I had a great run today. Good sweat. Hopefully outta the hole. I remember the best I ever felt running was right before I tore my hamstring when I was in high school. I mean, it was almost ecstasy right before feeling I had been shot. The question remained though... would I keep running.