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Music Monday: Coeur d'Alene

This week's Music Monday is "Coeur d'Alene" by Alter Bridge.

This song is about a lake near where the lead singer Myles Kennedy lives. It's a place where he goes to get away from everything and find peace.

Listening to it makes me think about the place I go to "get away". That place for me is a long run. A long run for me is ten miles or more.

There is something therapeutic about a long run. I can work out a lot of problems when I am out there. I know I am gonna be by myself for at least an hour and a half. I can do a lot of thinking.....or I can think about nothing.

I can always tell when I need a long run. I get really frustrated easily, very irritable. I know my mind needs it even more than my body.

Right now I have a something that is really bothering me. Something that I am dealing with internally that I haven't told anyone about.

Right now I need a long run. I know that when I get one in I will hopefully get some clarity on the issue I am dealing with. I know I'll feel lost until I get out there and go. It's just a matter of time until I get that therapy of the road and the pounding of my feet and the release of emotion I get out there.

Running, especially longer distances, helps me almost as much as music when I am dealing with "stuff". Right now this is the only song that I can really seem to relate to what I am dealing with.



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