The Dear Husband had nearly no enthusiasm for the run tonight either. This is bad. I could on his single minded tenacity to pull me out the door and down the road. I have birthday cake in my fridge still. It knows my name and calls to me hourly. I put in my iPod to drown out the sound of birthday cake and the song that most encapsulated this whole running experience played. It is from the kid music section of my discography.
There is a marvelous composer, Richard Perlmutter, who has added hilarious lyrics to little bits of classical music. His albums, the Beethoven's Wig series, are so fun. This time the song he wrote to Edvard Grieg's Hall of the Mountain King seemed apropos. Here is the music I'm sure you'll recognize it: