The Double Run (8.25k)

Okay, here goes nothing, Part 2 of Kenya Day:  the dreaded Double Run.

And the pattern has been in previous Double Run’s to listen to a little Da Blues with Taj Mahal, and this evening the album I’m choosing to listen to over another hot and steamy 8.25k through Ridgeway cottage country is ‘Dancing the Blues‘.

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Taj Mahal has always been a more inclusive, eclectic musician than even some admirers understand; his work was never simply or totally blues, even though that strain was at the center and seldom far from anything he performed either.

That’s the case with this newest collection, a 12-song set that includes splendid covers of Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf tunes, but also equally respectful, striking renditions of soul standards such as ‘Mockingbird‘, with special guest Etta James, and ‘That’s How Strong My Love Is‘.  And, oh, I think I also detected Wolfman Jack on one track.  I might be wrong though.  There are also strong Mahal originals like ‘Blues Ain’t Nothin’‘ and ‘Strut‘, with Mahal singing and playing in his wry, delicate, yet forceful way.  Personally, I really dug the raunchy sexiness of ‘Blue Night Boogie‘.

Anyway, I’m pretty proud of today’s effort; 33.5 kilometers of running in total today and most of it felt like I was running through a Turkish bath.

And tomorrow?

The Big Suck, Parts 3 (long bike) and 4 (brick run).

Bring it on.

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About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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