10 miles the morning after mountain biking--I couldn't ever quite get under 10mm, but that's OK. (I need to get "Save it for the Race" printed in the inside of my contact lenses.) Stacie decided to do her own schedule so we ran slightly different courses this morning. She left before I did. I wasn't sure how far or where she was going, so I didn't know if I would see her. But when I got to Buttercup Park, there she was. It was nice to see her.
I've been running without music lately--I mostly just hate fussing with my headphone cord. Without the iPod, I tend to just get the same song stuck in my head for the whole run. Today it was "Mother" by Pink Floyd. Love that guitar solo. I think I'm going to figure out how to play it on my trombone.
I wish I had discovered the genius of David Gilmour and applied it to my jazz studies when I was young. I could have been a much beter soloist. My usual approach was to stumble around and create tension by accidentally wandering outside the chord progression and then release by bringing it back home at the end. It usually worked out OK, but not always. I was certainly missing that bluesy laid-back feel, patience and empty space. A lot of that was due to inexperience and the rest was probably because you only ever got eight bars.
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