"Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend, yes, hey it's good to be back home again. "
Don't ask why, but this song was in heavy rotation on my run this morning. And no I didn't have my iPod with me. It was just floating around in my head during my run. I couldn't stop it. I tried.
But you know what- I admit it. I like John Denver. I'm not sure what that makes me (super-white? a hippy? sympathetic to pot smokers? Rocky Mountain lover?).
No matter, I freely admit that I have JD on my iPod. I have this particular song on my iPod. For 6 miles it floated in and out of my head.
Sometimes you just have to go with it...but I guess it's appropriate.
These trails are like home. They are the closest to my house and the ones I always go to. I spend more time here than just about anywhere else.
"There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rolling in, the afternoon is heavy on your shoulders."
"Oh, the time that I can lay this tired old body down, and feel your fingers feather soft upon me."
" It's the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you. It's the little things that make a house a home."
Recovery is coming along. Everything felt pretty good out there today and after about 1:10, it all felt just fine and I was sailing along.
Love my trails. Love being outside. Love feeling "at home."