Running. With Sticks.

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6:30 am.

Mid-July, and it’s 63º F. Overcast. Low humidity.

PULL UP THE DAMN DOUBLE-DECKER GRATITUDE BUS.

I’m out the door. And down the highway.

I’m flicking through my playlist. James Taylor. Click. Bonnie Raitt. Click. Bryan Adams. WarmerClick. David Sanborn. Cool down, maybe. Click. Sara McLachlan. Animal Cruelty Videos. Click. Click. Jimmy Buffet. Margaritaville. NO. CLICK.  

And then, AC-DC.

And THEN, AC-DC.

THUNDERSTUCK. Sound of the drums beating my heart.

Block: Morning weigh-in. Re-grip the sticks…and Swing.
Block: Heavy legs. Re-grip the sticks…and Pound.
Block: Lack of sleep. Re-grip…and Slam.
Block: Work. WORK. Re-grip, unleash and Pulverize ’em.

Time Check: 6.12 miles @ 55.08 minutes.

Nap Time.


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18 thoughts on “Running. With Sticks.”

      1. Lol…well, yeah, you truly have no idea on that one…but learning to play that song was only to help my young son when he was learning to play the guitar at the age of 13. The instructor gave him that song…and my son was struggling at home with it. The only way I could help him was to learn it myself. He has since moved waaaaayyyyy beyond that song after five years of lessons and then continuing on his own. Cody is a very accomplished guitarist now. I only helped a teeny, tiny bit.

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