Couldn’t start this day on a stairmaster, or in spin class, or anywhere in a gym. It’s my birthday (58), so hopped on my bike for pre-dawn ride into the City. Song stuck in my head is the Proclaimer’s classic, “500 miles”. You don’t choose to have a song stuck in your head, the song chooses you. So, I rolled with it.
When I wake up, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you
When I go out, yeah, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you
If I get drunk, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
And if I haver, hey, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s havering to you
But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Rolled with it. Through Mill Valley and onto the bike path across the marsh. Past Sam’s grandmother bundled up on her morning walk (yes, she’s out there every day), past the early morning coffee shop bustle of Sausalito. Climbing up to the bridge, shards of pink in the gray over San Francisco. Looking down on surfers riding the rollers between the South Tower of the bridge and Fort Point. Not even paying attention to my heart rate or cadence, because it’s my birthday. Herd of Army cadets finishing a mile run near Crissy Field. Past the massive trucks and Super Bowl media setup on the Marina Green. Stopped to take a picture of my bridge from hill above Fort Mason. And then on to work, singing (loudly, badly) all the way
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da
Da lat da (Da lat da), da lat da (Da lat da)
Da-da-da dun-diddle un-diddle un-diddle uh da-da