Chariots of low simmering ashes

Ever since I've added a little AC/DC to my running mix on Mrs. McGillicutty (my iPod), my runs have turned into, well, runs. For the first time in my life I've been able to run 5K without 1) wheezing, 2) walking part of it, or 3) vomiting halfway through. Coincidence? Perhaps. I'm just amazed at my new found running legs. Some days when I'm running like Forest Gump, I can almost hear the Chariots of Fire theme song in my head. Of course, the chariot's wheel has a broken spoke and the horse is lame. But it's just like Chariots of Fire. If they ran a 10 minute mile.