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Everybody’s looking at my tight pants

My cool and in the know friends have been holding out on me. I am never in the know, I don’t even know the know to be in, so I rely on my friends to keep me knowing. I don’t want to publicly call them out for not sharing the know, so I won’t name names, but they sound a lot like @ali_zim, @Fueling4Fitness, and @PostTweetism*.

They recently let it slip that there is a song that may just be the greatest winter running song ever sung. This song beautifully captures the art of wrangling oneself into winter-grade tight tights that leave nothing to the imagination, with confidence and without the bashful need to cover up those tights tights with some loose fitting gym shorts.

This song isn’t new, but until last week no one (by “one”, I mean those souls who sound like @ali_zim, @Fueling4Fitness, and @PostTweetism) thought to send me the magnificent YouTube video.

To make up for this lost time, I watched it 37 times consecutively. It’s a bit hypnotic.

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Takes a little longer, takes a little time

In my (I suppose I should say humble) opinion, Doug and the Slugs* are under-appreciated in the sub-genre of motivational running music. Eminem, Journey, and Survivor always top the list, while Doug and the Slugs are overlooked**.

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look and see the distance in my eyes

I briefly mentioned listening to Shawn Brady play at the pub after my 5K race last weekend. I didn’t mention that he recently released the album Electric Blood featuring the song All for the Run, inspired in part by the book Once a Runner. Also inspired in part, as Canadian Running reports, by his own running (he’s also an accomplished runner)Continue reading

I wake up to the sound of music

Attentive followers of My Running Shorts may have noticed that 99% of my blog titles are a lyric from a song.  I admit, song titles are easier than original titles.  Still, even with this crutch I rarely show much inspiration in title choice: I simply write the first line that comes to mind.  Usually it is an embarrassingly obvious section.  When my own brain fails to conjure a lyric from its musical memory vault, however tangentially related to the topic, I’ll command Husband to fill the gap.  A musical savant, he seldom disappoints.

With a frequency that surprises even me, the lyrics I recall are from songs that I missed at first release and later experience in classic form.  Usually because I had not yet made my appearance on this earth.  Or because I was in my Raffi phase.  Or because I was still under my parents’ CCR spell.

As my facial wrinkles lines give away, my formative music years are the late 1980s and the 1990s.  I grew up with the weird mix of Madonna like a virgin scandals and skinny guy hair metal, grunge/Kurt Cobain’s death was a really big deal, REM was the soundtrack to my many teen angst-filled days, and my wedding song is a Depeche Mode track.

Yet my blog titles are almost exclusively 1960s, 1970s and 1980s hits/”hits”.  The 1990s, which I consider to be My Decade, is a distant fourth.  My running playlist echos this tribute to the 70s and 80s.  I have retained almost nothing – musically speaking – from the last ten years.

I wake up every morning to a classic rock station (because the beep beep beep gives me The Morning Rage) and I don’t get out of bed until an appropriately motivating song is played.  I define motivating loosely but the rule still gets me an extra 12 minutes of laziness, on average.  Which I calculated.  Along with the median.  

I’m not sure what happened.  One day I got wrinkles old lined and regressed back in time.  Musically speaking.  Is this a weird aging thing?  What’s next, black and white reruns?  I blame the Britney generation for my musical fall back.  And now you are subjected to my classic rock flashbacks.

Title: The Beatles – Let It Be. 1970.

Band on the Run: The Lovers Edition

Happy Valentine’s Day.  I’m not sure what this “holiday” celebrates, so I went to Wikipedia, my source of all information.  The entry was long and talked about a lot of dead people … so I quickly lost interest.  The gist of it is that we can blame Chaucer for associating the date with romantic love.  I think we can blame Roman and/or Greek mythology for the creepy naked boy armed with an arrow. 

Today this palooza of heart shaped gift giving is just another excuse for a themed playlist.  The list is not particularly romantic – in song lyrics people tend to run away from love or run around on their partners – but it is about running + love.  With a decidedly dark twist. 

Disclaimer – my playlists are -in a word- embarrassing, but even with my very low standards most of these songs are still too horrible to make my cut.  Download at your own risk.      

Warming Up:

  • Billy Ocean – Caribbean QueenShe dashed by me in painted on jeans.  Perhaps not the recommended attire for running, but at least she’s moving quickly.   No more love on the run
  • Eddie Rabbitt – You Can’t Run from Love.   In a  song with approximately three different lyrics the message is clear:  you can’t run from love.  But if you need to get in 30K anyway, maybe it’s worth a try.
  • The Temptations – Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me).   This is sports psychology.  Imagine running.  Or running away with someone.  Either way, you are moving forward in a speedy manner.
  • Enrique Iglesias – EscapeYou can run you can hide but you can’t escape my love.  Yikes.  Take up ultramarathons and outlast the stalker.
  • Janet Jackson – Runaway.  Runaway with me my love.  She starts out strong, but then goes on to inform, no need to hurry.  Dear Ms. Jackson: running does have an element of hurry.  This isn’t stroll away with me my love.
  • Lionel Richie – Running with the Night.  Finally, a couple that enjoys a run together.  We were running with the night, playing in the shadows, just you and I until the morning light.  It’s an odd time for a workout, but I’ve procrastinated my way to a few midnight runs.

Getting the job done:

  • Jimmy Buffett – You Call it Jogging, I Call it Running Around.  The soles of your running shoes they ain’t wearing down.  While you’re out running up and down the streets.  Whatever gets your heart rate up.
  • Dixie Chicks – Ready to Run.  What’s all this talk about love?  I’m ready to run.  So simple.
  • Steve Miller Band – Take the Money and Run.  According to recent news reports, endurance training can take a toll on relationships.  The couple that runs together stays together?  They headed down south and they’re still running today.
  • Heart – Who Will You Run To?  I think this is a classic finish line song – who will you run to when it all falls downWho’s gonna wipe away the tears when you cry?
  • Dion and the Belmonts – Runaround Sue.  She took my love then ran around with every single guy in town.  Paula Radcliffe mostly runs with men.  Like Paula, perhaps Sue is just too fast for the ladies. 
  • Justin Bieber – Runaway LoveYou see my baby up and hit the road.  I’m running out of time.  He’s not even old enough to drink in Quebec.  Or run some marathons. 
  • Sammy Hagar – The Girl Gets Around.  If you are going to tramp around you might as well log base miles. Good god this girl gets around.
  • The Supremes – You Can’t Hurry Love.  I think the Supremes were endurance athletes.  Or maybe their mammas ran marathons.  Mama said, mama saidYou gotta trust, give it time, no matter how long it takes.  But it ain’t easy.
  • Crystals – Da Do Ron Ron.  I know, the word is ron not run but it’s an easy substitution and I’m desperate for songs.  Picked me up at seven and he looks so fine, da do run run run da do run run.  Catchy.
  • Martha Reeves and the Vandellas – Nowhere to Run.   Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide from you baby.  Another ode to stalking.  My earlier advice applies.  Outrun.
  • Flock of Seagulls – I Ran.  I ran, I ran so far away. I ran, I ran all night and day.  I couldn’t get away.  Honesty check: this one is on my playlist. 

You’re the best around

When I get sad I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story.

Yes, I still watch How I Met Your Mother even though the characters have evolved into caricatures and the laugh track hurts my ears and seriously, am I the only one who hates Ted?  But once I’m in, I’m in.  I watched 90210 until the bitter end.  Ten long years later.  I gave up CSI slowly, skipping an episode every couple of weeks before finally making the painful break (note: and today I read that Grissom is returning for a guest appearance and this cheap ratings trick will not! lure me back in).   HIMYM has been around long enough to live forever in reruns that air twenty-seven times a day so it is impossible to avoid and I recently re-watched the NYE limo ride with Barney’s “Get Psyched” Mix.  It is so good not-Moby stole it.  I won’t tell you how many of these lendgen-wait for it -dary songs already grace my playlist.  I’m too ashamed. 

Barney’s Get Psyched Mix
I Wanna Rock – Twisted Sister
You Give Love a Bad Name – Bon Jovi
Lick It Up – Kiss
Paradise City – Guns N’ Roses
Dancing with Myself – Billy Idol
Rock You Like a Hurricane – The Scorpions
Panama – Van Halen
Talk Dirty to Me – Poison
Thunderstruck – AC/DC
Dr. Feelgood – Mötley Crüe
Round and Round – Ratt

Title:  Joe Esposito – You’re the Best Around. 1984.

I’ve got the power

I need a new Psych Up power song.  Lose Yourself has become cliché.  Fine, a power song is a cliché, but I need the extra psychological training for my No Training Marathon Training Program three-day cram session.  And by cram I mean listen to psych up songs.

I’ve narrowed it down to two songs, although if they both suck (lame and/or cheesy does not equal suck) and you absolutely must recommend another I’m open to suggestions. 

Please vote responsibly.

1. The Warrior – Scandal

Opening Line:  You run, run, runaway.

Chorus:  Bang, Bang, I am the warrior.  Yes I am the warrior.

2.  The Middle – Jimmy Eat World

Opening Line:  Hey, don’t write yourself off yet.

Chorus:  It just takes some time, little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride.  Everything everything will be just fine, everything everything will be all right.

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Title: Snap – The Power. 1990.