Thursday, September 25, 2008
Sometimes you have to give your own self a gold star for trying, not crying.
I made it up Pilot Butte, and was rewarded with this lovely view.
Sometimes, when I'm lucky, I run up a hill at the exact same time Kate Bush's "Running Up The Hill" song arrives on my iPod Shuffle.
Here's is a condensed version:
"If I only could, I'd be running up that hill.
It doesn't hurt me.
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with god, and I'd get him to swap our places.
Be running up that road, be running up that hill,
be running up that building...
be running up that hill, with no problems..."
You can watch the YouTube video of this song here. Very modern dancy, not so Chubby Mommy sweaty. I'd like to think I look like the lady with the flow-y skirt in the video.
I wonder if God runs. If so, I'm sure he looks very flow-y. I'll give him a gold star, just in case.