Runners love peppy jams. We crank our favorite upbeat tunes
into our ears to rev up our own energy levels and get our feet moving. And it
helps.
I cannot count the number of times I’ve been ready to sink
and stop, right in the middle of a run, only to find a high-tempo song starting
and juicing me right back up again.
Heck, it happens nearly
every run.
Like many runners, I’ve personally curated dozens of custom playlists
of favorite songs (with various beats-per-minute levels) to serve as
soundtracks for my runs. I have faster songs for 5Ks and somewhat slower ones
for long-distance outings. (I’m working on my full marathon playlist now. Got any
song suggestions?)
Running without music is a lot harder for me.
I need the rhythm to urge me to keep going. And when I run, I’m usually listening to songs I wouldn’t otherwise pick. Often, I can be found singing my way along a trail or the shoulder of a county highway.
I need the rhythm to urge me to keep going. And when I run, I’m usually listening to songs I wouldn’t otherwise pick. Often, I can be found singing my way along a trail or the shoulder of a county highway.
My running playlist is fully loaded with cheesy uptunes.
They work! I can “Crocodile Rock” on the run – all the way “Up Around the Bend”
to the “Marrakesh Express” and “Break on Through to the Other Side” to reach the “End of the Line” with the best of ‘em. I even have some guilty pleasure
pop numbers in the mix.
That brings us to
today and my “Oops” moment.
I was cranking along at the gym, right around mile 4, and
getting in the zone. Then I realized my lips were moving. And I looked up to
see a couple of folks staring.
Ugh. I was singing again. I was pretty much belting it out,
if you want to know the truth. And the weird part was that no one else could
hear the rest of the music. It was just me – panting out the melody with sweaty
gusto.
OK, it gets worse.
On this particular day, the playlist pumping in my ears was
filled with show tunes. Yup, that’s right. It wasn’t exactly “Hakuna Matata,”
but that’s not a far cry from what it actually was.
Ever done this? C’mon, admit it. Hey, it happens. Chalk it
up to workin’ it while working out.
Or you could just say I was hearing voices.
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