March 3, 2013

Sunday morning bliss complete with empty streets and a cold North wind.  It was a "trash run" in the sense that the distance was short and I felt pretty unmotivated to fight the wind and cold, thus my pace was lethargic and unimpressive.  I just did not "feel it" for lack of a better way of expressing myself.  I went to the Smashing Pumpkins vault and listened to Siamese Dream, which is one of my favorites.  So I had that going for me.