So, I got up at 0430 this morning for a five mile run to commemorate my 50th birthday. I had contemplated running to NAS Patuxent River Gate 1 and back to commemorate me being born at 5:25 a.m. on March 25, 1970, but I couldn’t find my birth certificate to confirm what time I was actually born. Oh, well…maybe next year.
I was a little bit more jazzed up to run than I actually thought. First with the weather at 48 degrees and a 50% chance of rain, I bundled up in long sleeves and tights. No balaclava or earmuffs, or gloves this morning. I took one final swig from the 40-oz Mossy Oak tumbler of Mio-water and stepped off. On the walk out to my starting point, I realized I was going the wrong way, then almost walked off course trying to set up my MapMyRun app.
I was going faster than I realized, as I hit a scorching (for me, anyway) 11:06 as I passed the Bay Montessori school at the 1-mile mark. I kept up a pretty good clip on the whole run, finishing with an 11:34 pace. Going up towards Three E Farm on HWY-5 North, I slowed a little, but not too much as I made the climb.
One note to myself: I may need to make the turn-around mark a little father than the curve sign after Three E Farm Way; I needed to go all the way up the hill at Abberly Crest, then run to the apartment office to barely make my five miles.
Other than that, it was probably the best run of the year so far. The rain stayed at mostly an on and off drizzle. My feet felt good this morning, and so did the rest of my body. MapMyRun says otherwise, but I ran just as fast up the hills as i did going down them. Or maybe I didn’t take my foot off the gas as I usually do when climbing.
I made the last climb just as the false first light of 0600 came up. I made it to five miles at the apartment office, where I normally take my post-run selfie to post to facebook. However, I was so juiced about my performance that it wasn’t until I got to my apartment building to take the picture.
And that…was the high point of my 50th birthday. I am at home for the time being. This year, there will be no party, no trip home to celebrate with my brother and sister. Right now, I can’t even go to Washington D.C…glad I made that trip earlier in the month when I did. Not one slice of birthday cake, or even a single can of beer.
However, with everything else going on in the world, I am alive, healthy and running.
So got that going for me.
So, the rest of the day? Download the firmware update for my Atari Flashback 9, some belated birthday shopping, a call to my younger brother…and that’s it, really. Oh, well, maybe I’m just saving up for a bigger party when this is all over.
Song of the Day: The two songs that mean the most to me on this 50th birthday:
Spinners/”Rubberband Man:” From Genius, with lyrics:
“Originally written about producer Thomas Bell’s son Mark, the song was first titled “The Fat Man” because of Mark’s large size. However, wanting to change the image of his son, the song was retitled “The Rubberband Man.” With “Rubberband Man” meaning someone of large size who could really move that was the life of the party that everyone wanted to be around. Thomas Bell often wrote about his kids in his music. In 2018 the song would later be featured in Marvel’s Avengers: Infinity War during a scene with the Guardians of the Galaxy.”
Christmas Day, 1975: “Hand me down my walking cane/hand me down my hat…”
Technically the first appearance of this song was in the Bill Murray-Harold Ramis buddy comedy Stripes, when the two Army recruits lead their platoon to a strip club the night before they’re supposed to graduate boot camp.
David Bowie/”Fame:” Genius says: “Recorded in 1975. Topped the billboard chart in September that year. Co-written with John Lennon in New York. Lennon can be heard in the recording contributing the high voice.”
The late great Beatle was a busy dude; Lennon not only co-wrote the song with Bowie, but he also played acoustic guitar and worked the tape loops. David himself laid down tracks for percussion, piano and jammed on the rhythm guitar with Carlos Alomar ( who helped with the songwriting) and Earl Slick.
Whitest white guy ever on Soul Train. Saw him, heard him, and I never looked back.