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hawkwing_lb) wrote2012-06-14 07:53 pm
hawkwing_lb) wrote2012-06-14 07:53 pm
I grow mightier...
...if not yet mighty.
Rainy day, the roads all but empty of pedestrians, the sea crashing along the shore with a low constant rumble. I ran intervals to the last busstop out of town on the Skerries road and back, four miles or thereabouts in fifty minutes. I am, it must be said, not going to be running any marathons anytime soon. Although it turns out that I can run farther when I sing out loud to myself. Fortunately, due to the aforementioned empty roads, I escaped arrest for crimes against music.
(Seven years on, I still remember the running calls from hockey. Which we only ever used warming up before away matches. One! Two! Three! Four! Kick you out the kitchen door! Ah, such good bloodthirsty times.)
Rainy day, the roads all but empty of pedestrians, the sea crashing along the shore with a low constant rumble. I ran intervals to the last busstop out of town on the Skerries road and back, four miles or thereabouts in fifty minutes. I am, it must be said, not going to be running any marathons anytime soon. Although it turns out that I can run farther when I sing out loud to myself. Fortunately, due to the aforementioned empty roads, I escaped arrest for crimes against music.
(Seven years on, I still remember the running calls from hockey. Which we only ever used warming up before away matches. One! Two! Three! Four! Kick you out the kitchen door! Ah, such good bloodthirsty times.)