It was not until I started training for my first marathon that I began having one pair of shoes that I used only for running. In the past, I would run in whatever sneakers I currently owned. Run in whatever.
In short time, it became anathema to do so, to use my running shoes for walking around. They were for running, full stop. When they were retired, and I got a new pair of running shoes, then they became my walking shoes.
When we visited Cincinnati, I brought a pair of shorts, which is unusual for me. I know a lot of folks wear shorts. But when I travel, I prefer not to. I want to be seen as an adult. But when it's hot, in America, men wear shorts. And I knew it was going to be very hot.
So I brought the shorts. But not the sneaks. I had my knock-off chukka boots. And I wasn't going to wear them with shorts, I'd look like a grampa.
Distance: 3.1 miles
Duration: 28:50
Pace: 9:18
Forty years ago this summer, I discovered The Cure. Their 1985 release,
Head On the Door is possibly their most accessible record, we caught the video for "In Between Days" on
Night Flight.
Their first album was released as
Boys Don't Cry in the United States and included the title track and also [The Canceled Song] but today I run to the original LP,
Three Imaginary Boys. It includes the very first Cure song I was aware of, "Grinding Halt" which was on the
Times Square soundtrack.
Three Imaginary Boys - The Cure (1979)
10:15 Saturday Night Accuracy
Grinding Halt
Object (154 BPM)
Foxy Lady (164 BPM)
Meathook
So What
Fire in Cairo
It's Not You (167 BPM)
Three Imaginary Boys (169 BPM)
Route: Forest Hill Loop
Temperature: 77°
Climate: sunny & hot
Mood: good
Stretches: yes
Water: yes
Weight: 160 lbs.
Yesterday I was grazing, but in moderation. Over the weekend dining was at odd hours, anyway. Today I begin public transit summer, taking the bus to work. I may make this a regular thing. When all I am doing is going downtown, parking, then coming home, what is the point of driving myself?
Also, I can read.
UPDATE: In my original draft of this post, I said that 1985 was thirty years ago. It was, in fact, forty years ago. My wife was the first to correct me, and I will never forgive her.
