Not that the entire run was a positive, uplifting optimism-a-thon. I still enjoyed lyrics from some songs too much, such as ....
Armor for Sleep's The Truth About Heaven:
I came out here to tell you
It rains in heaven all day long
I wanna find you so bad and let you know
I’m miserable up here without you
Miserable up here with out you
and Augustana's Boston:
you don't know me,
you don't even care,
you don't know me,
you don't wear my chains
But, what do you want? I can't be that happy today. Just feeling better after going for a decent run is pretty good. The rollercoaster will continue to go up and down, around and around.
About the title:
The treadmill was perhaps a waste of money. I don't know if I could ever leave this city because running only feels this good when I'm in this park in this city. Where else can I feel comfortable looking like a complete loon super-rock-air-drumming?
Ah, yes. The great feeling one gets after/while exercising has yet to be matched. Sex can count as exercise, I am only assuming.
ReplyDeleteYes, I think it counts. :-)
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