Marathon Runner

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Man I love finding new music!  I can’t put into words the joy that new good music brings to me. Even if it’s not new new, but new to me – it’s just as much a beautiful thing.

Music Monday

It doesn’t matter if someone recommends it, I hear it on the radio or discover it on my own, as long as it happens and happens often.  It’s the little things in life that can bring some of the greatest joy.  Never forget that.

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So as I was sitting in front of my computer Saturday afternoon busting through some blog reading and other computer tasks, this song came on and caught my attention.  I stopped what I was doing and just listened.  It was so fitting, so inspiring, so empowering.

 

I pulled up Spotify to see what was playing and turns out this is was it:

 

 

This was just the song I needed to hear; just the song I needed to share.  I think there are many of us who can relate to the lyrics, if not because we’re runners but as people affected in some way (even if it was just emotionally) by the Boston Marathon bombings.  Even if we’re just people looking for answers in some part of our lives.  We may be able to let out an exhale and breathe a bit easier, but this song still seemed so fitting.

When I was a boy of seventeen
I know it’s mean but I
I told my friend to give up on her dreams
She hated me but I
I knew the dreams were for the best of us and for the rest of us
And I
I didn’t wanna share with anyone

I need a way to see my greatest dance and make them laugh
I could win the wars or lose the battles, too
Whichever’s true
I can another people’s live
I can’t stop putting on other peoples’ clothes
I love until I leave

I am a marathon runner
And my legs are sore
And I’m anxious to see what I’m running for
I am a hot air ballon
On a sailboat
I wouldn’t make this my home if I’d learned to float

So take my trash
Just take my earthly life
I’ll try to cry
I will live without the things I love the best
So hold them to your chest
I lose my face
Just lose my stolen wigs
The heads of kings
I run until I know what to believe

I am a marathon runner
And my legs are sore
And I’m anxious to see what I’m running for
I am a hot air ballon
On a sailboat
I wouldn’t make this my home if I learned to float

I am a marathon runner
And my legs are sore
And I’m anxious to see what I’m running for
I am a hot air ballon
On a sailboat
I wouldn’t make this my home if I learned to float

On Sunday I ran once again.  Once again, that run was for Boston.  I am BostonStrong and that will never change.

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