(Forgive the lame transcription.) What you hear are the opening bars of "Going the Distance" from the "Rocky" soundtrack. Now it's French horns and trombones pulsing: ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baaa baaa, ba ba da ba. There's a subtle string accompaniment, too, something that climbs and pushes, something that moves you forward. Then, just as you're about to slow your rickety machine down to a walk and start telling yourself that once around the block is a good start and tomorrow maybe you'll go for two, it happens: A sound rings inside you. You need a rhythm, something to set your breath to, something to get your mind off the fact that it's cold and there's already a sharp, stabbing pain in your knees. This is a terrible idea, you think, but you press on. Your first strides are awkward and jarring, your hands swing stiffly in front of your chest. Who hasn't imagined recreating Rocky's run up the steps at the Philadelphia Museum of Art? It's early and you've promised yourself this is the morning the new regimen begins with a run through the streets of your neighborhood. You tie your shoes tight, zip up your sweatshirt, flip the hood over your eyes and start to bounce, slowly, on the balls of your feet. 'Going the Distance' - a three-part suite 'Going the Distance' - a three-part suite
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