Sunday, May 29, 2011

Hold the other cheek brave.

The aroma of pre-treated raw sewage always takes me back to my pre-adolescent romantic yearnings.

Distance: 4.25 miles
Temperature: 76°

The morning is for families and disgruntled golfers. Packs of families on bicycles, baby-wagons in tow, maybe mom is pedaling with dad on a pair on in-line skates. Everyone wearing wide-brimmed floppy hats and reeking of sunscreen. Meanwhile, dudes by the river, trying to get a putt in wait, survey, wiggle their hips, look up, get this pissy look on their face and wait a little longer.

2002 Playlist
Spectral Mornings - Cornershop
Cry Me a River - Justin Timerblake
Heavy Metal Drummer - Wilco
Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash
Let's Go Again - Telepopmusik
Ug (178 bpm) - Mr. Scruff

Hot. Sweaty. Sunshower, mmmm. Dr. Bronner's. Sundried. We're all going to the pool!


T. Roger Thomas said...

I think I missed the attraction to sewage phase of my childhood.

pengo said...

The joys of suburbia. If my kids tried any of the risky crap we were up to, I would have them chained to their beds.