Chris's Musings

I get into seasons where I listen to a lot of Country music, and I'm currently in one.  I've listened to the Bull on the way to work a lot.  Some of the songs are just good for the soul, and some are great for a laugh. I think it's interesting that you could be listening to a song like this, in which you heart smiles (I can be a sucker for romantic songs) and I think "oh wow - this would be a great first dance at my wedding.  My current favorite is this one... the lyrics are awesome (especially the ending) And then the very next song. Yes, the very next song. Finishes its chorus with these words... Chew tobacco Chew tobacco Chew tobacco... SPIT! Thank you Blake Shelton. And now I can't get that song out of my head for the rest of your day. Anyone else feel this confused? Okay - I may secretly like that Blake Shelton song... it is really really redneck, though ;-) I just wonder why Country stations always play a song like this behind an

Today, for the eighth consecutive year, I joined 60,000 fellow runners, aspiring runners, and people drinking beer down Peachtree Road for a t-shirt to run the annual Peachtree Road Race. For those that don't know, the PRR is the world's largest 10K race - fielding 60,000 runners that vie for a number through a lottery system and run for 6.2 miles in the heat to get a coveted t-shirt.  And some will walk the race route, collecting free beer from the bars along the way.  It's a very unique, and special experience.  It's also great people watching too. Given that it's the Fourth of July (and the PRR is at it's core a large Independence Day party), the fact that this is the biggest race perhaps on the planet in terms of attendance, and the terrorist attack in Boston last April, the police presence around the race was abundant and obvious.  I could tell that they were "on" when, upon leaving MARTA I said "thank you" to one of the officers in