I ran just under five miles this morning. I was slated to do 4.5, and changed the route a little while I was out. Ah, exciting times.
This mornings mental jukebox selection was of course (as you can tell by the subject line), ‘Folsom Prison Blues.’
But I have got to stop singing this bit around the house:
I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die
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The kids are taking notes… 😮
Great minds think alike, even if we are a few decades apart in age: I woke thinking of the Man in Black this morning. Maybe because I listened to him as I dozed on the couch yesterday (I’m battling the stomach flu 🙁 ).
Better today, thanks (in part) to Mr. Cash.
Way to go with your run this morning!
Have a great weekend, B. 😉