It's a Beautiful Thing

The purpose of a good workout mix is to get your blood pumping. I listen to an eclectic mix that winds a crooked path from Supertramp, through Duran Duran, up to Moby, over to Kenny Wayne Shepard, by Kelly Clarkson and ends up at Hogni. Along the way we'll pass Pearl Jam, Big Head Todd, Frampton, Clapton and Stevie Ray. This isn't an inclusive list, I have hundreds of selections in my itunes library. I change the mix often and set my ipod to shuffle. I like variety and surprise; at least when it comes to music.

I can ride a stationary bike for an hour or more with tunes, and about six minutes without. I would never ride on the road with ear buds; it would be too dangerous. Being able to rock and ride is the number one reason riding inside is tolerable. A close second is avoiding wind and rain and a distant third is not getting run over by cars. I've never been hit by a car, but I have crashed on the street. It's not a lot of fun. It involves torn tights, lots of blood and a nasty infection. I'd show you the scar but it's on my right cheek; yes, that cheek. Years ago I fell off a stationary bike too. It wasn't the headphones fault and there was no blood, but my ego took a beating. I went to dismount the stationary beast and my foot caught in the toe-clip; down I went.

With the record between the street bike and the stationary bike tied at one each, I'm going to give the safety edge to indoors. No blood; it really wasn't much of a contest.

Other than some good tunes, tonight was pretty uneventful. A hard swim, a sweaty ride; no crash, no foul. A quick shower, home for dinner and here I am.

The best part of this journey, and there are many 'best' parts to this journey, is feeling alive. It's a beautiful thing.