The Things They Don’t Tell You
A couple things about my first marathon took me by surprise—namely, the fact that it’s a more emotional experience than I would have guessed.
But there are few other things nobody told me about. Like how the last two nights I woke up every time I turned over in my sleep. My muscles were so sore that the pain of rolling over jolted me awake. Today is the first day that my stride is somewhat normal, but my shins are screaming and my hamstrings feel like iron rods down the backs of my thighs. If I do something like put my weight on one leg, my hips start swearing at me.
Also, I can now say that I have experienced chafing between my butt cheeks.
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current music: I’ve hardly been listening to anything lately. Suggestions and mix CDs very welcome.
current book: Staying Up Much Too Late: Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks and the Dark Side of the American Psyche by Gordon Theisen.
current socks: Black with neon green toes and heels, and a Cheshire-esque grinning head on the side with the words “Fraidy Cat.” October 9 seemed as good a time as any to start breaking out the Halloween socks!
Posted 10 October 2007
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suggestions…
I’m currently listening to a compilation called “Guilt By Association” that features great indie artists covering songs they’re embarrassed to love (Petra Haden acapella-ing “Don’t Stop Believin’”, Devendra Banhart on “Don’t Look Back in Anger”, “Back for Good” by the Concretes, “Straight Up” being done much more ably by Luna than by Paula Abdul)
I would offer that Saturday Looks Good to Me has a couple of very essential albums in the same vein as Canasta and Scotland Yard Gospel Choir (start with the album All Your Summer Songs)
You can’t go wrong with the Doves
oh yeah, and I gave you a bunch of albums to try — did you listen to those?
Guess I’ll have to make another mix…
I actually listened to all of them… except Momus, because I always feel like I have to be in the mood or otherwise prepared. I should really spend some time organizing my iTunes, because I know I have good stuff in there somewhere.
I love that dog. and Petra Haden, and, of course, I love Paula Abdul. Hers was the first concert I ever went to. Color Me Badd opened.