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Sweet Cherie

Ok, so on Saturday, Cher and I plus her co-worker’s crew ran the Rugged Maniac 5K obstacle course. Since it was essentially a mud run, I warned Cher that no electronics allowed on the course. About half-way through the course, as we were sludging our way through muddy river portion, I looked over at her. She smiled but quipped, I could really use some music. My motivation and power come from my music.

This is first experience with this, so I wanted to ensure she had a great time, and being who I am, I broke out into song. Neil Diamond’s Sweet Caroline to be exact.

We trudged our way to the nearest obstacle, a military crawl in mud under barred wire. There was a small wait, and just long enough for me to sing to the chorus. A couple of our flag football buddies approached us through the crowd of waiting people. It was Kurt and Julie! They heard me singing (more like bellowing), and thought, who the hell would be singing in the middle of obstacle course?

Me, of course.

After we exchanged handshakes, and pleasantries, I promptly resumed. Cher thought it was sweet of me to accommodate her as best as I could with the resources I had.

You can join me now as well …

"Sweet Caroline"

Where it began,
I can't begin to knowin'
But then I know it's growing strong

Was in the spring
And spring became the summer
Who'd have believed you'd come along.

Hands, touchin' hands
Reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' you

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined
To believe they never would
But now I...

...look at the night
And it don't seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two.

And when I hurt,
Hurtin' runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when holding you?

Warm, touchin' warm
Reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin' you

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I've been inclined,
To believe they never would
Oh, no, no

Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
Sweet Caroline,
I believe they never could
Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
Sweet Caroline...

Keep diggin',
'los; out

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