Tuesday, 27 January 2009

Lightning Strike

Posted by speedygeoff on Tuesday, January 27, 2009 with 2 comments
Joining me yesterday morning for a long Australia Day Monday run were Brett, Nadine, Alan, Ruth, Margaret, Roger, Ewen, Mary Ann, & Miranda. A one off mix of geese and other animals. We proved that you don't have to run up and down mountains to get fit; in fact running on the flat enables you to open out and run faster, helps you run rhythmically, and helps you relax more and go with the flow. And around the lake you meet more people, yesterday mainly cyclists. Some with bells. 

Song of the week: The Lightning Strike, by Snow Patrol. Reminding me of our "one hour run" weather last Thursday night. An amazing track from "A Hundred Million Suns". On the topic of amazing tracks, I should point out that a previous song of the week, “You Found Me” by the Fray, is number one on the Australian singles chart this week. I previewed it in my 16 December post. There are some discerning music lovers out there still.

Nothing of any note in the "JJJ top 100" though.

You who read this don't have to agree with me.

Thursday night program:  Track events to look forward to this week are
6:00pm spiral 4
6:30pm 1200/2000 walk
6:45pm 60m
7:00pm 4 x 1500m relay
7:30pm 200m handicap
7:50pm 3000m/5000m
It's time I had a serious go at the 5000m. Let's hope it's cool.

Hot today, cold tomorrow.

Be it hills, flat, fray, leon, sprint, distance, hot, cold, ... variety is good. A mix is good. But I do like "Lightning Strike" this week, and its three component sub-tracks. A mix is good, and as soon as my new iPod arrives to replace my old MP3 player I will create a large mix of attractive tracks for random play. Something new is good!

The Lightning Strike Lyrics
by Snow Patrol

(I - What If This Storm Ends?]

What if this storm ends?
And I don't see you
As you are now
Ever again

The perfect halo
Of gold hair and lightning
Sets you off against
The planet's last dance
Just for a minute
The silver forked sky
Lit you up like a star
That I will follow

Now it's found us
Like I have found you
I don't want to run
Just overwhelm me

What if this storm ends?
And leaves us nothing
Except a memory
A distant echo

I want pinned down
I want unsettled
Rattle cage after cage
Until my blood boils

I want to see you
As you are now
Every single day
That I am living

Painted in flames
All peeling thunder
Be the lightning in me
That strikes relentless

[II - The Sunlight Through The Flags]

From here the caravans are kids toys
And I can hold them all in my palm
I watch the sea creep round the corner
It connects the dots from here to you
The sunlight burning through the loose flags
Painted high on white church walls
I chase my blood from brain to thumped heart
Until I'm out of breath for trying

Worry not everything is sound
This is the safest place you've found
The only noise beating out is ours
Lacing our tea from honey jars

These accidents of faith and nature
They tend to stick in the spokes of you
But every now and then the trend bucks
And you're repaired by more than glue

Worry not everything is sound
This is the safest place you've found
The only noise beating out is ours
Lacing our tea from honey jars

Why don't you rest your fragile bones
A minute ago you looked alone
Stop waving your arms you're safe and dry
Breathe in and drink up the winter sky

[III - Daybreak]

Slowly the day breaks apart in our hands
And soft hallelujahs flow in from the church
The one on the corner you said frightened you
It was too dark and too large to find your soul in

Something was bound to go right sometime today
All these broken pieces fit together to make a perfect picture of us
It got cold and then dark so suddenly and rained
It rained so hard the two of us were the only thing
That we could see for miles and miles

And in the middle of the flood I felt my worth
When you held onto me like I was your little life raft
Please know that you were mine as well
Drops of water hit the ground like God's own tears
And spread out into shapes like
Salad bowls and basins and buckets for bailing out the flood

As motionless cars rust on driveways and curbs
You take off your raincoat and stretch out your arms
We both laugh out loud and surrender to it
The sheer force of sky and the cold magnet Earth


  1. As Meet Director, I can guarantee it'll be a delightfully cool 24C by 8pm.

  2. or midnight? Just keep postponing the start. I'll owe you.