It was the last night I was in Belize. I was getting ready in my cabana, glitter, eyeliner, miniskirt, sandals. I was getting ready for a night I didn't know that I would meet an asthmatic who was friends with a billionaire, and I could request this song all night long because of the billionaire.
And then there was the night before the Dances with Dirt 50 Miler. Alone in my hotel room, sad and thinking of my Papa, who I had last seen a year before, I listened to this song to motivate me to run when I just wanted to hold someone who had died.
And tonight, getting ready for the Rio del Lago 100 Miler, I listen to this.