Forgive the accent free for those of you who speak icelandic or whatever language it is that Sigur Ros uses in this song.
But this piece of music has got to be the best thing I’ve ever heard.
More and more as I am running I think of people who have died, or who are ill. I don’t know why. Today at mile marker 2 where I wanted to turn around this song came on the old iPOD shuffle at the exact moment I wanted it to, so I kept going, mind you only another 1/2 mile to make it a total of five miles, but it seemed that this piece of music and Grandma Cecelia Field’s death are somehow linked. It came on by accident on the way to lake michigan for one of my surf sessions earlier this year when she was ill. I began to think about her death right at mile marker two and that song came on. Snow fell over a tunnel of elm and maple trees along the trail, and I was more winded than usual because I wanted to see if I could pick up the pace a little. I would never have been as into running really if I hadn’t moved out to the west side of the state. There are so many cool county roads in Van Buren county, all with vineyards, orchards, and farms, and I made it a point to try to build up my fitness to run between my house in Paw Paw and what is known as the Farm. Eventually I did it. It’s about 15 miles. The very first time I did it, I came inside really just knackered and sat on Grandma’s couch while she watched the olympics. I had never considered running a marathon. By some stroke of luck, the Athens Olympics came on the television. So Granny and I watched Meb Geflebski go for the gold. This was the Olympics where that poor Brazillian runner De Lima was tackled by a defrocked priest in a kilt. Geflebski was taken in the last few minutes by that tall lanky italian guy Stefano Baldini. Who knew running could be so dramatic, well I told Grandma I wanted to run a marathon. Because I told her I was going to do I sort of felt I should, no one should let a woman like her down, or lie to her. Despite the fact that maybe she didn’t really care one way or the other, I did it. And I think now that she’s gone I may do another just because dammit.