Up the irons

I must be getting old. Standing for 5 hours at the Iron Maiden concert last night left my lower back crippled. The pub round before the concert didn't help either. Nor did the few hours of sleep after. But it was worth it. It was crazy to be standing among 56.000 people, to be singing screaming along to the classics, fists raised in the air, to feel the ground vibrating with all these people jumping up and down. And to see some of rock's greatest living legends on stage, in the largest arena in Sweden.

So, unsurprisingly, I will not join my running buddies for a long run today. J and I might go climbing later, but I'm saving my long run until tomorrow. I might even make a play list with Maiden songs for my mp3-player to take with me.