Easy Run (6k)

The plan was to start up the ‘ol run program this afternoon now that the weather is cooler and Autumn’s palette is in full bloom but, oh no, Mother Nature (the bitch she is) had different ideas so here I am, shuffling around an indoor track instead and listening to the ‘Seventeen Seconds‘  album by The Cure.



Sure it’s not exactly your most upbeat album but, hey, as it’s currently overcast and gloomy outside and the mellow spareness of this album is actually perfect for my slow, methodical 40 minute shuffle this afternoon, it’s kind of ideal actually.

C’est la vie…

In a sense, this 1980 album is the beginning of a trilogy of sorts, the emptiness that leads to the questioning and eventual madness of the subsequent work. Mostly forgotten outside of the unforgettable single ‘A Forest‘, the album is an even, subtle work that grows on the listener over time.

Sure, the Cure did better work, but for a new lineup and a newfound sense of independence, Robert Smith already shows that he knows what he’s doing. From short instrumental pieces to robotic pop, ‘Seventeen Seconds‘  is where, for all intensive purposes, the Cure shed all the outside input and became their own band.

It beats me how far I ran today.  I gave up on keeping track of my laps around the track after, oh, say, the second one?  The goal was 40 minutes of slow, pain free jogging just as I did back in January when getting over a different injury and, as such, that goal was accomplished just fine.  I am “guesstimating” around 6k or so.

Hopefully, the weather will improve for Friday’s anticipated run and I can once again return outside to enjoy what remains of this pretty Autumn season.


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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