Friday, October 29, 2010


Something about boys with English accents and their pep.

I stepped outside for a run last night, feeling sluggish, and hit play on the shuffle.


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I ran fast and steady for the next 45 minutes.

Jake is a playlist genius. Every song sat up straight in my brain. He somehow finds music that hits every bit of space. Even the sounds of each word beat on the pavement. There’s something magical about wind in the darkness, tennis shoes, and the right music drowning your eardrums.

Maybe he could get paid for doing that. A Professional Playlister.

(It sounds a little naughty, doesn’t it.)


thecrashtestdummy said...

I love this post for some reason. The imagery was so lovely and poetic. I almost felt like I was running. And I wish you could get paid for being a pro playlister. That is an awesome idea!

Have you seen my daughter yet? Huh? Huh? Huh? I miss her much!

I need to check out your hub's playlist. Is it posted anywhere?

Jill said...

I officially feel like lazy poop. Next time you offer a run I will go!