In My Head, It's Only in My Head
Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head up high.
Tingalayo. Come, little donkey, come.
Whoa-oa, we're halfway there. Whoa-oa, livin' on a prayer.
Here I stand, head in hand, turn my face to the wall.
Well I guess it's a brand-new day after all (cue trumpet fanfare).
Come join the youth and beauty brigade.
Welcome to Miami (bienvenido a Miami).
Putting flesh on the bones of my dreams.
Sugar, come on. Show your soul.
One more night. One more night.
When I run, I don't listen to music. It distracts me and the earbuds hurt. Instead I sing or hum to myself, in my head. It really helps. I breathe and step to the beat in my head. Usually it's just a line or two of the same few songs, over and over, but I'll take whatever comes up. Bon Jovi and Raffi are the most popular ditties, for whatever reason.
The "Ooh, ah. Ooh, ah" from "Silent Sigh" by Badly Drawn Boy also shows up frequently, usually near the end of a run when I'm gasping for air.
Today, though, the silent singing didn't help. I ran 10 miles, and I pretty much hated every second.
I'm thinking that my running experiences really have more to do with alignment of the stars than anything else.
Your dad did 16 miles on Sat. and he's still sleeping it off!
ReplyDeleteI can't relate to running!
I should clarify that I can relate a little bit to running, but not to the extent that Dad can.
ReplyDeleteA guy at work who considers himself my running mentor told me the other day, "I don't go nearly as fast as you do." (He's a Clydesdale marathon runner.) "A good pace for me is probably 9:30 to 10-minute miles."
Uh...yeah. I would LOVE to keep a 9:30 pace past 5 miles. Or ever.
Standing on your tiptoes, running on the spot. Exercise is good for you, laziness is not.
ReplyDeleteSlow, slow. Quick, quick, slow.
Two more songs that come into my head while running.