My Running Shorts

I love campfire songs, campfire or no campfire.  More often no campfire.  Now I call them road trip songs.  The people driving the ten hours with me to run Marine Corps just had a horrified moment of regret.   I am not, how shall I say, going to win a reality TV show contest for singing.  I am, however, self-aware enough to avoid the audition process and a humiliating clip in the outtake show during which my countrymen shake their collective heads wondering how can she not know she can’t sing?  Shouldn’t someone tell her?  Answer, they did, at a very early and emotionally scarring age.    

I Love the Mountains.  Mostly I just like singing boom dee ah dah over and over and over and over, until Husband loses his ever loving mind.   I love the mountains so much that this song became trapped in my brain during last week’s speed training session.  Boom dee ah dah on loop as I ran around a never-ending 400 metre loop.  As I ran in circles it occurred to me that this would be a nice song to get me over those not so flat routes … “I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills”.  I’m going to sing it on my way up up up to the Marine Corps finish line, which, I’m told, is at the top of will-sucking mountain.

I also love that you can change the I love the Mountains lyrics to say pretty much anything you want.   

I love the big hills.
I love the pouring rain.
I love the sore feet.
I love the muscle strains.
I love the long runs.
Crossing the finish line.

Boom dee ah dah. Boom dee ah dah.
Boom dee ah dah. Boom dee ah dah.
Boom dee ah dah. Boom dee ah dah.
Boom dee ah dah. Boom dee ah dah.

p.s. Discovery Canada’s reinvention of this oldie is pretty cool.  It kinda makes you wanna break into song.  This commercial is the reason the song became trapped in my head during last week’s track workout.