I’m a creature of habit, and when it comes to running, I like to keep everything as consistent as possible. One little glitch in a normal routine can seriously send a run into a misery of chaffing, bangs-in-face, funky tanlines, and (ahem) stomach issues. Ever see a runner with only one sock on? Or with one of their shirt sleeves torn off?
Now that the required poop-reference is out of the way, we can move onto the fun side of OCD Tendencies And Outrageous Routines in the World of Running.
(As I typed that I thought of this : )
Remember my 22 miler the other weekend? No? It was kind of awesome. You can read about it here. What wasn’t awesome? The musical accompaniment of said 22 miler. I hadn’t updated my iPod since a few weeks before the Cleveland Marathon back in May – I didn’t have a reason to! I never skipped a song. There was the perfect mix of upbeat to pump me up, catchy songs I always wind up lip syncing to, and the ones that no matter how many times I hear them I hang on to every.single.word. Everytime.
But I felt that a new marathon merited a new playlist. So I spent something like $37 on iTunes and downloaded all the songs I’d been hearing on the radio and decided I loved. I was so excited to head out for that last long run with a fresh playlist to keep me entertained.
Song after song after song after song of sad, depressing, woe-is-me country song after another. For 3.5 hours. Dear lord I’m not sure how I kept from slashing my wrists with empty Gu packets.
Don’t get me wrong, country music is my jam. I’ll take a little DMB every now and then, and some Rihanna on days where I’m feeling like a hard ass, but 95% of my life is country. George, Alan, Garth, Miranda, Lady A, Jason, Dierks, Keith, Zac Brown, Kellie, Taylor, you name it. IIIIIII love it.
So I set out on attempt #2 to turn my suicidal playlist into something that will get me through the race on Sunday. I thought I’d share a few of my favorites :
This is about a quarter of the full playlist, and are definitely the ones that give me an extra boost when they come on. Sad and sappy still have a part, and there are some that I’m a little embarassed about (but who doesn’t love Pat Benatar?), but I think all-in-all this is my playlist mecca right here.
And believe me, I’m gonna need a little something special to get me across that finish line in one piece.
(I think I might need a dj name…)