A very special number
(Courtesy Leo Reynolds @ Flickr)
This is it. We're on the edge of seventeen ... miles, that it. This Saturday or Sunday, depending on the weather. If the long range forecast holds up, it'll be Sunday ... with starting temps in the 40s, rising to the 60s. As close as we've gotten to the kind of weather we're hoping for in January. But seventeen is an odd number, a prime number and - when it comes to running - a large number. We'll be Clif Bar loading before we leave, carrying water and gel packing at the 11, 14 and 17 mile marks. (Like we know what the heck we're doing!) Still, every new long run is a personal record. One more notch. Hopefully, the timelapserunner will be in the zone and "... with the words from a poet ... and the voice from a choir ... and a melody... nothing else (will have) mattered."
For those of you who paged to the blog instead of just reading the tease, you get the real treats:
Here's the title vid (Edge of Seventeen):
Bonus Fleetwood Mac vid (Go Your Own Way):
And my personal favorite (Rhiannon):
And for all you folk that stayed tune for the encore tune, and for those who just love marching bands (Tusk):
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