Yellow flashy Usain Bolt-esque runners tied and I’m out the door before the morning sun peaks over the mountain-tops. Florence & The Machine rage in my ears as I begin my warm-up. Herds of cow, horse and sheep meander on the lightly dew dropped mountain searching for their mornings feast.
I am a morning runner, therefore I run.
The mountain pulls me down her slight decline for three kilometers. The salt water breeze kisses my face and I run head on into its morning freshness.
This is how I start my mornings four times a week. Every week, summer excluded.
My turn around point is a small parking area for those wishing to text, chat or play games on their mobile devices, take a pee or watch the stunning panoramic view of the Bay of Asinara.
I used to stop and take in the view, watch the ocean crash in on this stunning island oasis. However, I’ve become stronger in my runs and want to continue on.
The new cd arrived. Finally. I ordered it on Januray 20th, 2011 and it arrived last monday. That’s three months land travel for her to finally come knocking on my door. Florence + the Machine. LUNGS is blowing my effin mind. Her lyrics are powerfully brilliant and completely whacked out. Song number seven on the disk Drumming Song is strong with beats and just blows me bloody socks off. It’s a perfectly orchestrated song with ups and downs, highs and lows. I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster listening to that song. I’m so in lurve with her strong voice and angst ridden lyrics. There’s nothing like a powerful songstress to bring out emotion and melt ice. I’ve played my new cd over and over and over, and each time I’m again moved. It’s quite the orgasmic compilation of songs.