duos

There are not many things in this world that anger me more than when my Pandora glitches out on me while I'm on a run..and I'm left with dead air to listen to on my earphones.  Hate hate hate it.  I try to tell myself that it's not about the music, it's about the exercise...

the miles run,

 calories burned,

 muscles tightened,

glycogen released,

 lung capacity expanded, 

bloodstream cleansed,

frustrations vented,

demons unleashed..

but.....

it 

just 

doesn't

work.

I get sooooooo mad

I just wanna

punch out a tree,

round-house a stupid log,

or spit on a squirrel.

(ok, maybe not that, i love squirrels)

movement without music?

it just. doesn't. happen.

I cannot move without music.

I cannot listen to music without moving.

It's like...

religion without spirit,

a beat without a song,

ice cream without chocolate,

reason without romance,

Van Halen without David Lee Roth,

poetry without a muse,

mercy without truth,

dreams without a dreamer,

soup without a spoon,

cops without donuts,

a sunrise without coffee,

a wave without a crash,

a dancer without wings,

forgiveness without holiness,

love without spooning,

touch without holding,

Black-Eyed Peas without room to move,

beauty without sadness,

Cracker Jacks without a prize,

sailboats without subs,

a martyr without a cause,

journey without tragedy,

the most amazing things without something terrible,

a fire without melting,

a car without a radio,

lyrics without a beat.

finally

my pandora decides to cooperate again

gives me some good hard fast tunes to jam my jog

rock my run

gets me into my groove. 

where movement and music merge

and push me into the zone

where words start flowing in my head

and one day, someday in the future

they will invent some technical device that will enable me to be a

Telepathic Blogger,

meaning, of course,

that i can just float along in my run or my fitness class or whenever the zone hits and the words start flowing..

and all i have to do is turn on this thing in my brain which enables me to direct my thoughts directly to my blog and they are uploaded immediately.  No more of that awkward pause as I dash home, trying hard to remember the words in my brain, scrambling clumsily towards my spiral notebook and chromebook, clumsily tripping over myself, cursing at the dumb pen that won't work, and oh the audacity of that sharp edge of the table standing in the way of my bony hip- augggghhhh@#$%&*@#$#@#$%!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway.

so i'm listening to some good cardio-dance-rap, no-respect-for-ya-fool kind of stuff, when the song hits me that shakes me a little deeper... it's not exactly my story, not the details anyway, but it's the same cry of my heart...expressed in the song Blown Away by Carrie Underwood...





good thing i'm so good at holding things together, act all cool & collected on the outside, cuz on the inside this song is making me want to just run back home
and collapse
into
tears.

                                

                                           that's what running with music does to me.