It’s warm here, but thankfully the city has gotten used to it enough that the sidewalks aren’t doubling as a skating rink anymore. So when I went running today it was fairly good. I think I’m getting back into it again. My moment of doubt is over.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about music again. The timing of yesterday’s post was interesting. That same day, one of the radio stations I listen to completely changed their format. They’re targeting the older people now, which I am sad to say is what I am now. In other words they are playing songs from the 80’s forward. And they don’t seem to be talking either. I listened to them on the way to work and not once did I hear a DJ. It was a nice change of pace. That doesn’t mean I like the songs they were playing, but it was nice that I knew I only had to wait four minutes before a different song would come on. In fact, I was enjoying the song that just started when I pulled into work. I couldn’t listen to it, but I liked it.
Which brings me to another interesting facet of myself. When I go running, it seems that the last song I listened to, that I liked, will play in my head for the entire run. So while I was running seven kilometers today, I had an early Dido song going through my skull. When I do a long run on Sundays those songs can last a long time, and picked from the briefest moment of listening to the radio on the way to the Kinsmen sports center.
The most interesting time this happened was when I had a song, I didn’t recognize at the time, with the words “Running through my head” running through my head the entire time I was running.

Well I think it’s interesting.