No matter is it is "Sleep Now in the Fire" or "Highway to Hell,"  I get psyched for running

And sometimes it is "Could You Be Loved" or even "In the Waiting Line"; when I am in a groove and running

Many days have been spent pounding the pavement solo and many more have been spent in the company of good friends; where we all were running

Whether it was in the cornfields of boone county or the populous path of the Monon or the sidewalks of Zionsville; I have been running

Came the rain, the Windy City wind, summer heat, the midwest humidity, Rockies altitude, and even a surprise early spring snow; but I kept running

Whether I was living in Chicago next to the lake or in Indy in the parents casa; I keep running

With Cincy's Flying Pig came a group of novice runners; but oh did we run

Whether Leah and I were in Denver, a mile high or in Charlotte with the Lake cops; we kept running

In Austin with good friends, good music, and the Gruene River or NYC with more good friends, good eats, and "The Coffee Shop;"  I kept running

Then there was Naples, San Diego, and New Orleans (shout to Chicago North) with the force; running running running!

Twice more in Florida, once for fishing and once during New Years (where it all began); I ran

Now comes politics and with Obama's ploy for Socialism and McCain's cry for Nationalism; I am still running

The market is up, the market is down, the uptick is removed and then back again, legendary banks have be evaporated, $85B and now $700B is printed by Paulson, the dollar equals a peso, gas is over $4's, and the house that Ruth built is being torn down....but for only a small opportunity cost; I can run run run

Sun rise, Sun Set; each day the rays begin to peak over the horizon and dip into the unknown; and there you can find me running.

Running, Running, Running, is what I have been doing.  It is exciting, exillerating, and energizing....and now it is time for me to once again go running :o)