Runner's Heights: The Mango Fandango

An mp3 player and some good rock makes a big difference in getting your running rhythm/pacing back. In my case it is an old ipod flash drive and Derek and the Dominoes followed by Supertramp, Moody Blues, and Bob Dylan. This is the same ipod that I gave up for dead after I machine washed and dried it a pair of shorts in one of my clueless, absent-minded phases. It doesn't hold the charge as long but it holds up long enough to finish an hour's run -- which, in my case, would be a little over six miles. Supertramp with Breakfast in America has those distinct piano riffs that hit the beat as the rubber meets the road. Makes a longish run almost painless, if not downright pleasant.

It's always fascinating to see Bob Dylan so relatively quiet about the politics of war these days. Maybe, he's speaking out and the media is paying little attention or it is entirely possible that he has given it scant thought and is focused more on his own mortality and legacy. In times of world crises, it is logical for people to look up to their bards and pop icons to corroborate their line of thinking. That's why everytime there's a comment or critique by a celebrity about war and the global warming, it gets circulated around the globe a hundred times over, thanks to the impetus of the internet. Which makes me wonder, since it's summer, will there be ever a consensus on which mango is the tasties in the world. Let the polling begin.

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