Now that running is the only cardio exercise I do (I also lift weights, which I almost never talk about because I love it and I’m pretty sure nobody wants to hear me talk about how I love lifting weights because that is some boring shit oh hey I pick this heavy thing up and then put it back where I found it), I’m pretty much used to running. It’s kind of awesome.
One thing I’ve learned over the years is that the less you have to think about your workout the better. When I went to a gym that presented numerous workout possibilities, I used to over-analyze everything. I’d get on a treadmill and think, well, I’ll run for a while but if I’m not really feeling it, I’ll switch to the elliptical or something. Then I’d spend the entire run thinking about whether I was really feeling it and whether I wanted to do something easier (everything is easier for me than running). Now that running is what’s available to me, running is what I do. I don’t have to think about it. I hate to quote an advertising slogan, but Nike was really onto something with that “Just do it” stuff. “Just do it” is the best way to go about working out.
All that yay rah running crap aside, approximately once or twice a month, I have a terrible run. (Ladies! This happens around the middle of my cycle, which seems weird.) I run the same speed I usually run, but it feels like I’m on pace to qualify for the 400 meter — or, well, any distance whatsoever — Olympic finals. I think about how I want to quit. Then I think about how I want to slow down, and slowing down is better than quitting. Then I’m all hey just do it don’t quit don’t slow down. Then I’m all fuck yeah let’s eat some ice cream when this is over.
Today was one of those days where I had a terrible run. I wasn’t in the mood for any particular music, so I was shuffling through songs until something sounded good. Eventually this came on.
I’m kind of embarrassed. I don’t normally listen to Staind. No really. The only reason I even know about this song is because it’s what played when former Colorado Rockies closer Brian Fuentes came out to put the smackdown on the opposing team (or give it away, whatever). The first year I started caring about Rockies music, I downloaded everything. To this day, there’s a soft spot in my heart for reggaeton, but that’s a story for another day and I still hope to make an “Intro to Reggaeton” playlist.
This is one of those songs I almost always skip. Do you have those? I have songs I never listen to but don’t delete because I guess you never know when you might want to hear some Ravi Shankar or whatever. No disrespect to Ravi — he’s just not really my jam.
Angsty teen rock isn’t usually my jam, either. Today, though, it was just what I needed to get through the end of that terrible fifth mile. I sit here lost inside my head! Remembering that sometimes running sucks ass! Fuck yeah! I hate my parents! (Just kidding.)
I carried the terrible baseball closer music theme to its logical conclusion and busted out this song for the end of the run. Do you remember when Bobby Jenks was the closer for the Chicago White Sox? It seems like 100 years ago. This was his song. Here come the boys from the south! And fuck yeah they’re running. This video is awesome.