Today I was still out in the depths of the bush at Berowra Waters, a hidden away nook on the Hawkesbury River. Sleeping off a party in a riverside log cabin has its charm. Being beside the river I decided fulfilled half the protfolio of a Seaside stroll.
The best thing about my yesterday's jog, other than a serious endorphin high that lasted hours, was listening to the podcast of a live concert by Arizona band Calexico. Great music for a physical workout which I know sounds revoltingly healthy and an abuse of good music: however, I found myself arm-dancing and shaking invisible maraccas etc which I would hastily cease every few minutes, as there were other people in the gym. The day before I'd listened to a live concert by Fujiya and Miyagi. Great beats and ooph but less aiyaiyai.
The best thing about my yesterday's jog, other than a serious endorphin high that lasted hours, was listening to the podcast of a live concert by Arizona band Calexico. Great music for a physical workout which I know sounds revoltingly healthy and an abuse of good music: however, I found myself arm-dancing and shaking invisible maraccas etc which I would hastily cease every few minutes, as there were other people in the gym. The day before I'd listened to a live concert by Fujiya and Miyagi. Great beats and ooph but less aiyaiyai.
2 comments:
Sounds wonderful. You write with wonderful imagery. I feel like I'm there-- but definitely not jogging right along. ;-)
Thanks!
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