I was watching myself in the window at the gym early this morning (not out of narcissism, but because your reflection is the only thing to see when you're working out on your favorite machine facing the window in a well-lit gym when it's dark outside), and my mind started reminiscing back to when I was working out a decade ago, out at World Gym (before they sold their gyms to the mega-corporate gyms) up in N. Portland down the street from where I worked.

I wasn't a runner then, but I was religiously going to the gym to maintain the loss of the weight I gained before the birth of my then one-year old daughter. I was surprised how easy I was able to lose the weight after a second baby, but I was in far better condition for that pregnancy than I was for the first one.

And looking back, I was skinnier back then, by at least 15 pounds, than I am now having been a runner for the past four years. Funny how that works. Aging is slow and subtle like that. When I'm working out regularly, I don't feel old, but I know it's there, creeping up on me. Things don't move quite as fast or quite so well…almost, but not quite.

The other thing that I was thinking about from this same time in my life was that I used to keep daily journal where I would list a song at the end of every entry and elaborate why I had chosen it. And I thought I would start doing that. The music blogs I read geek out all the time on all kinds of music, but this would be more personal to me, not what I think other people to listen to or enjoy.

Song of the Day: Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley. You know, the Howdy-Doody looking fellow who had a few hit songs in the late '80's and was never heard from again.