Thursday, September 22, 2011

Treetop Rockpango

This morning I ran a 5 mile route I call “treetop”. At about three-quarters of a mile into the run I start up an elevated metal grated path. It rises into the canopy of the trees and is lit from underneath in the dark. I can see beneath the path and I feel like I am running from tree to tree with the ground far below.

It is a tough part of the run because it is mostly uphill for another three-quarters of a mile. It rises about 200 feet to the top of Telok Blangah Hill – I know this is no Ultra Tour du Mount Blanc but it is still hard work. This morning the run up was a struggle and it seemed like the ascent would never end … like life sometimes. But the music was apropos:

Come on, stop thinking ‘bout yourself.
Get up, don't wanna hear no lip.
Now you think you really got it bad.
You’ll find out life ain’t fair. Don’t get mad.

Oh, I wanna be free.
Don’t take my time left from me.

Go on, try to find your way.
No work ain’t gonna get you pay.
Now you're grown, you think you're really bad.
You’ll find out life ain’t fair. Don’t get mad.

Oh, I wanna be free.
Don’t take my time left from me.
Oh, I wanna be free.
Don’t take my time left from me.

I'm still alive, I'm living with no fear.
No rules, I play it all by ear.
You know I’ve seen the good, I’ve seen the bad.
I found out life ain’t fair, and I ain’t mad.

Oh, I wanna be free.
Can’t take my time left from me.
Oh, I wanna be free.
Can’t take my time left from me.

- Los Lonely Boys
Rockpango

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