Today: 16.4219k, for the week 39km
I leapt from my bed this morning at 5:00. Really, it’s true – I DID leap from my bed, arms outstretched like some budding Nijinsky, and promptly knocked over a vase, 2 bedside lamps, one small child and almost woke the other half. Graceful as always.
Pushing on, regardless, I slipped into the old faithful Brooks and a pair of shorts and headed for the door, filled with verve, brio, elan, and the sort of irrational exuberance that, until today, I feared had deserted me forever.
What a difference a day makes eh?
The run itself was quite satisfactory – some hilly bits, some less hilly, some fast bits, some less fast. You know, the usual story.
What’s on my ipod?
Gabriel Faure– Piano quartet no 1 in c minor, op15
I’ve been a bit of a Faure afficionado for some time now. I like his requiem and drool disgustingly at the prospect of hearing the Sonates pour violon et piano, particularly the first one. He wrote beautifully; passionate, lyrical, emotional, and quite French.
I don’t know much about the guy, but I assume Monsieur Faure was on a bit of a downer when he wrote this piece. He had fallen in love with a girl called Marianne and pursued her for 5 years. Given it was the 1870s, I’d say there’s a fair chance he may have even wooed her. Or possibly he just courted her. Either way, he mustn’t have done a great job, as she cast him aside like a worn-out glove after only 4 months.
Bummer eh?
He dealt with his frustrations by writing a piano quartet. As you do. I personally prefer to take myself on a long hard run or drink a lot of beer or occasionally both.
The third (adagio) movement shows signs of being written on a particularly long, lonely winter’s afternoon. There’s a quite a bit that you might call meditative if you were charitable, or depressing if you were otherwise inclined. Other bits are a bit more stormy.
But it’s all characteristically elegant, and beautiful. I like it.
Music: lovely, 4.5 stars
For running: are you mad? 0.
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