That baby back ribs song.
It popped into my head while i was running earlier this week.
I discovered i could speed it up with my pace and slow it down with my pace.
You don’t need me to repeat the lyrics. Just imagine the slap of a footfall hitting the ground with each syllable.
It became way too fun and addictive.
Turning the corner in front of the Capitol Building – am I humming? Whew, no.
It went from timing the song to my pace to to timing my pace to the song.
It’s a distinctive rhythm. I can hear my feet slapping to it. Other runners must hear it as well on the crunchy loose stone path as I make my way back toward the Washington Monument.
It must be deafening. It sure is in my head.
I look around. No one seems to notice. Nice!
Now I’ll try it with different lyrics. For the rest of the run.
How about “the internet’s full of cats, full of cats.”
Wait! “this air is full of gnats. full of gnats”
“bat cave doesn’t have bats, doesn’t have bats”
