I had already started writing this post when Steven put on a Dusty Springfield CD. Oh, this was JUST what I needed! “I Only Want to Be with You”! It’s peppy, it’s happy, it’s about me and Steve! I love it! I’ve been feeling vaguely down most of the day and ill with the cold I’ve been fighting (I’m losing). I sometimes forget the healing properties of music.
Oh dear. I started a post. I got distracted by the CD and wrote a fun headline of “Sing it, Dusty!” then realized I can only say so much about how nice it is to listen to good music with a nice husband. Perhaps I should go back to the post I started to write. What a distracting lead! I guess this is Non-Sequitur Saturday (which has the charm of alliteration that Non-Sequitur Thursday lacks) (does alliteration make something more of a sequitur? Discuss amongst yourselves).
This is what I started to write:
Usually I make my Saturday Running Commentary in the morning, shortly after my run. It is fresh in my mind and it works out very well. Today I did not do so. However, rather than making another Scattered Saturday post (although those can be kind of fun), I think I will attempt a Running Commentary.
The sun was almost up when I realized it was either run or eat. I picked run. The temperature was in the low 30s, so I put on the warmest running pants I own, a gift from my sister Victoria and her daughter Gillian. Technically, I believe they are yoga pants, but one must not allow a mere technicality to keep one from improving one’s health and reaching one’s weight-loss goals.
Dusty is now singing “Wishin’ and Hopin'” which reminds us irresistibly of My Best Friend’s Wedding. Ah, Julia Roberts. What a woman. I’ve been thinking of her a lot lately, since she was in the movie version of Steel Magnolias, the play I am in at Ilion Little Theatre.
It was cold and not quite light out. I had worn my reflective vest (road guard vest, to my army friends), as much for an extra layer and a pouch for tissues as for safety. It turned out to be a pretty safe run, because the sidewalks were bare and I mostly stuck to them. I went in the road for a while, though, out Main Street. I went up part of a steep hill that ends in a dead end. It didn’t used to be a dead end, but part of the road collapsed. Pedestrians can still get by. I got by and ran in the road part of the way down, um, Steuben Street? I think that’s what it called. Then I went down Dorf Street, part of which also has no sidewalks.
Now she is singing, “You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me.” I know some man also sang this song. I wanted to say Tom Jones at first but then I thought I had heard it on the radio many years ago not on a CD we own recently (YES, I listen to Tom Jones CDs!), so I thought Paul Anka, but that didn’t sound right either. I may check that out before I hit publish.
My run was not bad, although my hands got quite stiff. I made it to 26 minutes, only two less (fewer?) than I accomplished earlier in the week on the mini-tramp. With a good hill in the freezing cold, I thought that was pretty good. If I would have written the blog post right away, the blog post might have been as good as the run, but that is something we will never know.
I wonder what Steven will want to listen to after Dusty Springfield. And by the way, according to YouTube, both Tom Jones and Elvis Presley sang “You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me.” Where did I get Paul Anka?