Easy Run (5k)

This afternoon calls for an easy run.  We have to take HRH  to Burlington this evening meaning that running this evening when it’s cooler is a no-go so, hopefully, I don’t melt over these 5k worth of easy continuous running through Crystal Beach.  My album du jour this afternoon is the ‘Dandy In the Underworld‘  album by T. Rex.

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Bolan welcomed the advent of punk rock with the biggest smile he’d worn in years. The hippest young gunslingers could go on all night about the influence of The Velvet Underground, the Stooges, and the Ramones, but Bolan knew – and subsequent developments proved – that every single one of them had been nurtured in his arms, growing up with the ineffable stream of brilliant singles he slammed out between 1970-1972, and rehearsing their own stardom to the soundtrack he supplied.  With tennis racquet guitars and hairbrushes for mikes, they stood before the mirror and practiced the Bolan Boogie.

Of course, most punks only knew three chords.

That was all Marc ever taught them.

Dandy in the Underworld‘, released early in 1977, confirmed Bolan’s punkoid preeminence. Still retaining its predecessors’ demented soul revue edge (most successfully via the yearning ‘Soul of My Suit‘) but packed solid with powerful pop (the previous summer’s hit ‘I Love to Boogie‘  included), Bolan’s personal predictions for the punk scene literally exploded out of the grooves.

The title track and the churning ‘Visions of Domino‘  all bristle with revitalized energy, while ‘Jason B. Sad‘  cheekily medleys Bolan’s own ‘Bang a Gong‘  and ‘Telegram Sam‘  melodies into a dead-end drama utterly in keeping with the new wave’s own belief that the future was futile.  By the time the album wraps up with the rock’n’armageddon-flavored ‘Teen Riot Structure‘, Bolan was not simply wearing the mantel of punk godfatherhood, he was happily sticking safety pins through it and preparing his next move.  Unfortunately, it was also his last – a month after its release, Marc Bolan was dead.

Well, it got done.

It was damn hot, but it got done.

This was my first continuous run since the “Big Boom!” and, whatyaknow, it was all at a pretty decent comfortable pace (5:45min/km) which is just about where I was when I stopped my training over a month ago.  Sure, I’m not holding this over 15-20k at a time (yet) but, still, I’ll take this as a good sign.

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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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