I’m a firm believer that motion is life. I think that’s why I like to run so much. And when I can’t run, from an injury, or some other circumstance, I feel blah. It’s only natural that as we get older, we slow down. We don’t move as much or have as much energy, spending most of our time at a desk, or behind the wheel of a large automobile. Nowadays, we have so many modern conveniences that enable us, and the result? We move less. Heck, we don’t even have to get up to change the channel on the television. Anyone remember when you had to do that? “Sunday, Monday Happy Days . . .”
Today’s Runner came out in 1978, and it was one of the many soundtracks of a time in my life when there was boundless amounts of youthful energy. Everything was new. Every free moment, not in school or working, my friends and I would be playing frisbee or basketball. In the winter it was hockey, or a 20 minute Nerf football pickup game between periods out in the snow (or mud) covered field. Always on the move.
In 1979 we camped outside Rockford Speedway to see REO Speedwagon. Before the show, we stopped at the only major hotel in Rockford to hang on their giant outdoor playground. Just killing time. Walking through the halls of that hotel, to grab a quick Pepsi-Cola, four high school kids came face to face with the “Speedwagon” themselves. They were coming out of their rooms with their big hair, fancy outfits and pretty women on their arms, doing what can only be described as The Unidentified Flying Tuna Trot.
This weekend would have been my friend Tim’s 50th birthday. We lost him last year. And even though he is no longer here, I know his energy (he had great energy) still is. I see it in the pictures and the stories I hear about his kids. His oldest, Danny is high energy, and can really move. I believe that his Dad is channeling through him and that he is going to do great things some day. Tim’s spirit lives on through both him and his little brother Kyle.
You Can Tune a Piano, But You Can’t Tuna Fish. High energy REO at their peak.
Those were fun times . . . Happy Days!