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Band on the Run: Rained Out

As the saying goes, if you can’t beat ‘em join ‘em.  I love running in the rain but I realize that I am in the minority.   I like racing in the rain but I realize I am probably crazy. 

With April showers an almost guarantee, running in the rain is a training necessity.  Some people may need an extra push to get out the door when the raindrops are falling and the puddles are deepening.  Song writers aren’t much help, with most rainy tunes falling in the slow depressing ballad genre.  Unrequited love.  Love lost.  Tragedy.  Musically, rain and dark times are interwoven.  I’ve sifted through the dreary rainy day songs for you to extract my top selections for your running playlist.   Hopefully these waterlogged lyrics will put a spring in your soggy step.

Please add your rainy day song picks in the comment section below

Singing in the Rain – Cliff Edwards.  An obvious first choice, rain songs don’t get much perkier than this one.  Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place.  Come on with the rain.  I’ve a smile on my face.  I walk down the lane with a happy refrain just singin’, singin’ in the rain.  If this song doesn’t chase away your rain clouds … there’s something wrong with you.

Umbrella – Rihanna.  The ella ella ella drives me crazy crazy crazy, but the song was popular enough to monopolize tha airwaves for several months and the beat is runable.  How’s that for an endorsement?

No Rain – Blind Melon.  I may be (okay, I am) reinterpreting the lyrics to suit my own upbeatedness (and my own youthful nostalgia for Blind Melon), but if you selectively pay attention to the two lyrics that mention the word rain it sounds positive.  I like watching the puddles gather rain.  This guys actually starts to complain when there’s no rain.  

Rainy Days and Mondays – Carpenters.  I have a strange affection for The Carpenters.  I even own a tribute album CD.  The song is a little melancholy, but we can all relate to a little melancholy.  You may be down but the run goes on.

Let it Rain – OK Go.   Let it rain, let it pour.  Hallelujah, hallelujah.  A tribute to rain from the group who brought us the treadmill dance.

Lightening Crashes - LiveLike a rollin thunder chasing the wind.  It starts out slow then the power and urgency builds along with your pace.  I was young when this song came out and I didn’t appreciate (or even notice) the life/death juxtaposition.  I was always hopeless with poetry.  This song will give you something to think about on that long rainy run. 

Who’ll Stop the Rain – CCRLong as I remember the rain been coming downTell me, who’ll stop the rain.  Here’s a tip: the faster you run, the faster you finish.

It’s Raining Men – The Weather GirlsHumidity is rising – Barometer’s getting low.  According to all sources, the street’s the place to go!  The weather girls are wise.  When it rains, hit the streets. 

Rainy Day People – Gordon LightfootThe best kind of people are rainy day people.  Remember that next time you’re running in a rainstorm with your running mates.

Here Comes the Rain Again – Eurythmics.  Annie Lennox knows good training.  I want to walk in the open wind.  Every raindrop makes you stronger.

Blame it on the Rain – Milli VanilliGotta blame it on something.  Blame it on the rain.  A bad run in the rain has a built-in excuse clause.  Lip-syncing, on the other hand, has no excuse.

Fool in the Rain – Led Zepplin.  A surprisingly light song from this heavy band.  And I’ll run in th rain ’til I’m breathless, when I’m breathless I’ll run ’til I drop, hey!  This line is in the running for best running in the rain lyric.

Rain – The Beatles.  Short and sweet: Rain, I don’t mind.  Mind over matter.

It’s Raining Again – SupertrampOh no it’s raining again.  Why not mix a little positive into the negative?  C’mon you little fighter and get back up again.  That’s better.

Heading for the Light – Traveling Wilburys.  Hands down the best supergroup ever formed.  And when the rain came down I was nearly drowned I didn’t know the mess I was in.  My shoes are wearing out from walking down this same highway

Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head – BJ Thomas from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance KidI’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining.  It wouldn’t work anyway.

Band on the Run: Over the hill

Hill training.  Love it or hate it or love to hate it, at some point most of us will find ourselves at the bottom of an incline working out a strategy to get to the top without puking.  When you run heavenward pick a song that will level out the steepest slope.  I think I can, I think I can, chugga chugga choo choo.

 

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Diana RossIf you ever need a helping hand I’ll be there on the double.  As fast as I can.  Ain’t no mountain high enough.  Diana adds perespective.  No matter how high, it ain’t high enough to keep you down.  Humm.  The ain’t confuses me.  In the line ain’t no mountain, what words are contracted to form ain’t?   Is not no mountain high enough?  So there is a mountain high enough?  

Up – Shania TwainIt’s about as bad as it could be.  Seems everybody’s buggin’ me.  Like nothing wants to go my way– yeah, it just ain’t been my day.  Nothin’s comin’ easily.  Up, up, up.  There’s no way but up from here.  That’s the power of positive thinking.  This woman moved to the alps, so she knows hills.

Mountain Music – Alabama.  The song is about being lazy, but the mountain theme might resonate.  Like grandma and grandpa used to climb as they walked 10 miles to school.  Uphill.  Both ways.  So stop complaining.

Spirit in the Sky – Norman GreenbaumGoin’ up to the spirit in the sky.  Sure the song is about death, but I can make almost anything about running.  It’s catchy and repeats the word up, therefore it is a hill training song.

Get Up, Stand Up – Bob Marley.  Rights, hill repeats, whatever it may be … Get up stand up, don’t give up the fight

When I’m Up – Great Big SeaWhen I’m up I can’t get down.  Get my feet back on the ground.  This song is a surpring boost on a sluggish run.  I’m not entirely sure what the lyrics mean, but I love this song. 

Highway to the Danger Zone – Kenny Loggins.  From the movie Top Gun.  Going up.  Fast.  Revvin’ up your engine.  Listen to her howlin’ roar.  Tom Cruise back before he was a sofa-hopping faux-psychologist mad man.  Tackle those hills, just don’t let your ego is write checks your body can’t cash.  Bonus points if you can name the source of that quote without the aid of a search engine.

Another One Bites the Dust – Queen.  A song for hill repeats.  Ain’t no sound but the sound of his feet.  At the end of every interval, another one bites the dust.  And another one gone.  Another one gone.  I sing this every time I pass a distance marker in a race.  Sometimes out loud.  Yes, that was me.

Top of the World – The Carpenters.  There is something incredibly satisfying about the top of the hill.  Looking down on creation.

Long Way to the Top – ACDC.  Need ACDC say more? It’s a long way to the top.  Might as well rock and roll on the way up.  And party every day.  Oops, scratch that last line.  Wrong song.

Thunder on the Mountain – Bob Dylan.  Double the fun: nice beat for pacing and interesting lyrics.  The sun keeps shining and the North Wind keeps picking up speed.  Gonna forget about myself for a while.  That is exactly why I run.  I need to forget about myself for a while.

Back in the High Life Again – Steve WinwoodIt used to seem to me that my life ran on too fast.  And I had to take it slowly just to make the good parts last.  But when you’re born to run it’s so hard to just slow down.  High life.  Hills.

Run to the Hills – Iron MaidenRun to the hills.  Run for your lives.  It may be a little slow, but rock music is strangely runable.  Run to the hills.

… and of course, I love the Mountains.  Boom dee ah da.  It kinda makes you want to break into song.  What songs did I miss?  I run a lot of hills.  I need more than 13 tunes.

Band on the Run: Going for Gold

Have you caught Olympic Fever?  I try to avoid the contagious bug, but it usually infects me midway through the opening ceremonies.  Although you may not be running for a spot on the podium, we all have our dreams of personal glory.  I, for one, am convinced I am a superstar 100-miler.  I will never run a 100-miler, lest I shatter this conviction.  For the athletic mortals training for the Around the Bay 30K, you really do have a shot at your own gold, silver, or bronze medal this spring.   No matter what your challenge, a little musical motivation before, during, or after your run might just get you one step closer to you sporting goals.    

Get Ready For This – 2 Unlimited.  Since 1991 this chant has echoed in stadiums around the world.  Truthfully, I hate this song.  Are you ready for this?  Not something I want to ask myself at the starting line.  Unless the answer is hell ya. 

Gold Medal – The DonnasCheer on the circus clowns.  The song is title Gold Medal.  Do the lyrics or beat really matter?  [Note: The lyrics are fun and the beat is totally runable]. 

All Fired Up – Pat Benatar.  The first female vocalist featured on MTV with You Better Run (awesome!) gets us all fired up.

Ready to Go – RepublicaOn the rooftops shouting it out.  Baby I’m ready to go.  I’m back and ready to go.  This is one of those songs during which I’m constantly singing the wrong words thinking I’m singing the right words even though 80% of the time I’m not even singing real words. 

Winner Takes it All – Sammy Hagar.  There is more to this song than a truck driving Sylvester Stallone arm wrestling to win his son’s respect. You listen when I say there’s a dream that’s comin’ true today.

Unstoppable – Rascal Flatts (The Olympic Mix).  This is a you can do it despite the odds against you song.  Cheesy, yes.  Motivating, yes.  I particularly enjoy this line, walked down the road a little sideways

Blitzkrieg Bop – RamonesThey’re forming in straight line.  They’re going through a tight wind.  Hey ho, let’s go. Hey ho, let’s go.

We Are the Champions – Queen.  You knew it was coming.

Bachman Turner Overdrive – You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet.   This is my song for kilometre 30.  Just 12.2 more to go.  Ba-ba-bay you just ain’t seen nothing yet.  At 30K I tend towards overconfidence.  I have another song for kilometre 35, but it is considerably less positive.

Nikki Yanofsky – I Believe.  The CTV song of the Vancouver Olympics.  I’m no grammarian, but I’m reasonably certain I believe in the power of you and I is incorrect.  It’s a little slow, way over-played, and will likely be the song of choice for 2010 weddings, but the lyrics do have a gold-hued message.  And she did a bang-up job singing the national anthem during the opening ceremonies.  For my bilingual readers, this song has a Francophone version sung by Annie Villeneuve called J’imagine.

And a final selection from David Foster – Can’t You feel It, performed during the closing ceremonies of the 1988 Olympic games in Calgary.  I love the snowsuits.

Band on the Run: Holiday Hustle

The constant stream of canned holiday music blasting from cheap speakers in every store is not enough.  To really appreciate the festive season add those jingle beats to your running playlist.  I guarantee you will run faster in an attempt to finish your workout before your ears start bleeding from listening to yet another popstar rendition of Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree (seriously, whatever happened to Jessica Simpson?).  There is, as they say, a method to my madness.

Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer.  Sure beats the black ninja SUV that snuck up and nearly killed me last week.  I’m now wearing so many blinkers you can see me from space.

Run Rudolph RunSanta’s got to make it to town.  We already know that if Rudolph runs he’ll never make it on time.  Bring on Plan B Santa.

Jingle BellsDashing through the snow.  Forget the sled.  Dash on foot.  

Elf’s Lament.  I think we’ve all had our suspicions as to how those reindeer make it around the world in a single evening.  Hand over that urine sample Rudy.  Absurd though it may seem, you know, I’ve heard there’s even been illegal doping.  And though we’re coping, I just hope it’s not contagious.  All I want for Christmas is BNL to reunite.

The Marvelous ToyIt went zip went moved.  Bop when it stopped.  Whirr when it stood still.  I make sounds when I run.  Mostly when I run around sharp corners.  Like a race car.  Vroom vroom.  

Boogie Woogie Santa ClausHe’s got rhythm in his feet, but nothing in his sack.  I have nothing to add.

Baby It’s Cold Outside.  It can be tough to get started when the temperature drops and the snow piles up.  I have little willpower over the call of hot chocolate and Bailey’s.  So really I’d better scurry.  Beautiful, please don’t hurry.  Well maybe just a half a drink more.  Put some music on while I pour

Winter Wonderland.  I’ve tried running through knee-deep snow the morning after a snowstorm.  Note my use of the word try.  Sometimes jogging, nay walking, is the way to go.  Walking in a winter wonderland.

Little Saint NickHe’s haulin’ through the snow at a frightening speed.  Even though he has a belly that shakes when he laughs like a bowl full of jelly I can’t beat his ”frightening speed”.  I’ll be at the track.

Parade of the Wooden Soldiers.  Need help pacing?  Take a lesson from the marching soldiers.  Here they come (here they come).  Wooden soldiers on parade

Here Comes the Fastest Man in TownHere comes the fastest man in town.  He’s more than 60 inches round.  I’ve never actually listened to this song.  It is the title track from a 1940s Gloria Parker Soundie (soundie = a three minute musical film, thank you Wikipedia) and I can’t find a soundbite online; but I’m certain I will love it.

Christmas Shoes.  Okay, I selected this for the title.  Like those damn Bell Canada holiday commercials this stupid song has power over my tear ducts.  This one is best as a before running song, as in you will want to run to escape the haunting lyrics.

And now it’s your turn … what did I miss?

Band on the Run: God Save the Queen

Their Royalnesses, Prince Charles and Camilla Parker Bowles, are on an 11 day Canadian Tour.  This is his fifteenth visit to the colony, her first.  As I am neither a dignitary with invitations to events of a royal nature, nor a super fan willing to line up for a glimpse of the heir to the throne, I am unlikely to cross paths with the future figurehead of my nation and his wife-nee-mistress.  According to the Globe and Mail, unglamorous ordinary women find a welcome icon in Camilla.  Do we?  Without the royal pomp and circumstance I couldn’t pick the woman out of a police lineup.  Diana I could sketch from memory.  Except I can’t draw.  Although I am a reincarnated 60-year British woman, I’m not swooning with excitement.  The royal visit has none of the enthusiasm and splendor I remember when the late Queen Mum travelled across the pond.  I’d put out tea if Queen Elizabeth II stopped by.  But Charles and Camilla?  Meh.  I’ll watch them on the late news, if I can stay awake.  Still, in honour of the nobility I present a running playlist for the blue blooded.

Photo Credit: Ryan Remiorz/Canadian Press, posted in CBC news

King of the Road – Roger Miller.  Positive affirmation: I am king of the road.  I am king of the road.  I’m a man of means by no means, King of the Road

The Queen is Dead – The SmithsPast the pub who saps your body and the church who’ll snatch your money.  Just another Sunday morning long run. 

Royal Oil - Mighty Mighty Bosstones.  The MMBs was the first concert I attended with Husband, way back in our youthful university days.   Their musical style, according to Wikipedia, is third wave ska.  The lyrics may sound melancholy, but this tempo is upbeat and runable.  Long, lonely road, long road to ruin.  Wrong path to take, great big mistake.  And then you sleep down in the soil.  Nothing comes from nothing, come on royal oil.  I don’t even know what the hell royal oil means but I like it.

Rascal King – Might Mighty Bosstones.  Did I mention I love the Mighty Mighty Bosstones?  The last hurrah?  Nah!  I’d do it again.  It’s like that Nike ad:  Today you may feel like you’ll never run another marathon again.  See you next year.

Rasputin – Bony MHe was big and strong in his eyes a flaming glowHey, hey, hey hey hey.  I propose it is impossible to listen to this song and not want to move.

King of Spain – Moxy Früvous.  Best band you’ve never heard of.  Now I eat humble pie.  Everyone who optimistically lines up in a corral 15 minutes ahead of their realistic finish time has taken a slice from that tasty dish.  Mmmm, humble pie.

Rain King – Counting CrowsI’m scared I might not make it home.  Home may be literal, as in the place you reside, or metaphorical, as in home plate, the finish line, the end of the run. 

Two Princes – Spin Doctors.  This song has nothing to do with running, but the fitting line just go ahead now is repeated about 53 times.  Just go ahead now.

Queen of Hearts – Juice NewtonPlaying with the Queen of Hearts, knowing it ain’t really smart.  A don’t-mess-with-me song to spur you past those costumed runners.

All these Things We’ve Done – The Killers.  The first line is when there’s no where else to run.  That lyric alone earns this song a spot on my playlist.

When I Ruled the World – Coldplay.  This song is in constant rotation on my playlist.  I’m not sure why a fallen king motivates me to run faster, but for some reason I can’t explain I know Saint Peter will call my name.  That was when I ruled the world.

Killer Queen – QueenLet them eat cake she says!  I like her.  To the cake!

Dancing Queen – ABBAWith a little bit of rock music everything is fine.  Isn’t that why we run with our controversial iPods?

Ballad of the Teenage Queen – Johnny Cash.  Modesty is a virtue.  The faster you run the less you should talk about time.  She was tops in all they said, never once went to her head.

King Tut – Steve Martin.  This song should first be heard with visuals.  It’s good for a laugh and at mile 23 I can use a good laugh.  Rocking for a mile.  Funky Tut.

God Save The Queen – The Sex Pistols.  Controversial at the time (1977) the group claims this song was not an attack on Queen Elizabeth II but a battle cry for the working class.  The song was banned by the BBC, which ups the appeal.   The lyrics will make you think about something other than your sore hamstrings.  Value of distraction, priceless.

Honourable mention goes to Prince for Little Red Corvette.  Prince for obvious reasons and Little Red Corvette because baby you’re much too fast.

Band on the Run: Double, bubble, toil and trouble.

Nevermind the angry songs, sometimes all I need to hustle my bustle is a good old fashioned scarin’.  Notch up the fear factor on All Hallows’ Eve run with these spine-tingling running tunes.  Boo.

Running With the Devil – Van Halen.  This song is worthy of pulling out the word apropos.  Devil + running = Halloween Running Playlist.  I’m living at a pace that kills.  I found the simple life, ain’t so simple, when I jumped out on that road.

Superstition – Stevie Wonder.  I’m not superstitious, I’m just a little bit stitious.   That’s why I never wash my race singlet.

Welcome to my Nightmare – Alice Cooper.  Welcome to my breakdown.  I call it The Bridge.

Nightmare on my Street – DJ Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince.  Runner don’t fear Elm Street Freddy, they worry about the actual street.  Will it be windy/sunny/busy/hilly?  Some days the road rises up to meet you, other days it drags you down, down, down.  

Monster Mash – Bobby Pickett.  Do the Mash.  The Monster Mash.  Then send me the video for viewing.  It’s good cross-training, I promise.

People are Strange  – The Doors.  Next race take a look around.  People are strange.  Especially the ones running in costume.  Best song line: Streets are uneven when you’re down.

Sweet Dreams – Marilyn Manson.  Before a big run the experts say you need a good night’s rest.  Who am I to disagree? 

Abracadabra – Steve Miller Band.  This song is infectious.  Wash your hands frequently.  I heat up.  I can’t cool down.  My situation goes round and round.

Werewolves of London – Werran Zevon.   He’s the hairy, hairy gent, who ran amok in Kent.  Amok is fun to say.  Amok amok amok.

Devil’s In My Car – B52s.  It’s driving, not running, but it’s fast.  We’re goin’ 90 miles an hour. 

Bad Moon Rising – CCR.  I see bad times today.  When you see that bad moon a rising, when troubles on the way, stay in bed.  You can run tomorrow.

The Time Warp – Rocky Horror Picture Show.  It’s astounding, time is fleeting.  Madness takes its toll.  But listen closely, not for very much longer.  I’ve got to keep control.  Just a step to the left.

Highway to Hell – ACDC.  No stop signs, speed limit.  Nobody’s gonna slow me down.

Don’t Fear the Reaper – Blue Oyster Cult.  No more obsessing about the weather.  Seasons don’t fear the reaper.  Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain … we can be like they are.   Don’t fear the Reaper.

Ghost Riders in the Sky – Johnny Cash.  A zillion people have recorded this song, but with varying degrees of success.  Go with Cash.  Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat. 

Bat Out of Hell –Meat Loaf.  The good news, if you like this song it’s 27 minutes long.  The bad news, it’s 27 minutes long.  Fine, feels like 27 minutes.  Like a bat out of hell he’ll be gone gone gone.  Tearing up the road.  Faster than any other boy has ever gone gone gone gone. 

Thriller – Michael Jackson.  I see dead people.  Don’t know what I mean?  Read this.

Band on the Run: Giving Thanks

I’m in day three of a Turkey Coma.  Ahhh, Thanksgiving.  All the delicious food and family fun without spending 94 hours in a mall buying presents first.  My refrigerator is filled with leftover desserts:  apple pie, apple crisp, buttertarts, chocolate cake, vanilla cake, chocolate animals.  The theory is that we (Husband et moi) should take home all the extra sweets because we run and therefore magically burn thousands of calories.  In theory.  In reality I will be carrying an 13 extra pounds on race day.  What does one do the day after a Thanksgiving binge?  If, like me, you have eaten two over-sized Thanksgiving dinners and 17 desserts in 48 hours you go for a run.   I need to cover approximate 860 kilometres to burn off the 43,000 calories I consumed Thanksgiving weekend.   That’s a lot of running.  To get my lazy butt off my sofa and away from 30 Rock reruns I need lots of gratitude blasting into my ears.  As I lace up my sneakers I’ll pause and give a moment of thanks for the luxury of an easy 10. 

Charlie Brown Thanksgiving Theme.  Picture Schroeder playing the piano and Lucy vying for his attention.  Good times.  Good memories.

Run Turkey Run – The Rob Beadle Triangle Band.  Run turkey run from me now because I’m coming to eat you.  Run turkey run from this house, yes I’m going to eat you.  Open wide, here comes the onion.  It’s nothing personal.  You taste good with cranberry sauce.

Thank You for Being a Friend – Andrew Gold.  Ahh, the Golden Girls.  I was a wee child when this show aired and I do not know why I was drawn to the fiesty silver-haired ladies, but I loved this show.  Thank you for being a friend, travelled down the road and back again. 

Thank You Friends – Big Star.  Something about 1970s rock music makes me want to run.  To all the ladies and the gentlemen who made this so probable.  Thank you friends. 

Thanks A Lot – Johnny Cash.  The upbeat running-friendly tempo disguises mournful lyrics. 

Thank U – Alanis Morissette.  A fellow marathoner, Alanis reminds me I should stop eating when I’m all full up.  Too little too late Alanis.

Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin) – Sly and the Family Stone.  Put some funk in your step.  I love that the song gives a shout out to earlier hits.  There are undertones of resentment in the lyrics, but the true thanks shine through.  Thank you for letting me be myself again.

I Thank You – Sam & Dave (the ZZ Top version of this 60s hit is awesome).  The first line commands you to get up, so the song starts on the right note.  You didn’t have to, but you did, and I thank you.

Thank You – the Redwalls.  The optimism of love.  You and me are gonna be alright.  I can connect with any song that tells me I’ll be okay.  Chase my blues away.

Thank You Girl – The Beatles.  I pretend I’m the girl in the song.  All I got do is thank you girl.

Thank You – Dido.  A quiet song for on-the-run reflection.  Sometimes the little things add up to big overwhelming things.  The wrong flavour of Gatorade.  A broken shoelace.  Startline jostling.  A dropped satellite signal.  She reminds you that it’s not so bad, it’s not so bad.

Let’s Turkey Trot – Little Eva.  Trot is a dangerous word to a runner.  This song refers to an actual dance, not a port-a-loo dance – but it means to you whatever it means to you.  My grandmother taught this dance to me.  She did it at the turn of the century.  You swivel your knees and you start to strut.

Thank You – Simple Plan.   Bitter, bitter thanks for the angry, angry runner.  Thank You by Ben Folds also fits on the long list of resentful thank you songs. 

Gratitude – Earth, Wind, & Fire.  They ask for freedom in stride.  I wonder if any of them are runners?

Thanks That Was Fun – Barenaked Ladies.   Sigh.  I’m still mourning the loss of Stephen Page.  Don’t forget, no regrets.  A little inflection change and all of a sudden thanks takes on a sarcastic edge.  No regrets, that’s a good motto.

Gratitude – Oingo Boingo.  Lead singer Danny Elfman is best known for his musical scores in Tim Burton works and for creating The Simpson’s theme.  Life’s been good to me, has it been good to you?

Thanksgiving Song – Adam Sandler.  I eat the turkey then I take a nap.  So. Tempting.

Thank God I’m a Country Boy – John Denver.  A tip of the hat to my country girl roots.

Danke Schoen – Wayne Newton.  I was a teenager before I knew a man sang this song.  Obviously I wasn’t listening to the lyrics.  And now I can’t hear Auf Wiedersehn without thinking about Project Runway.  Thank you in all languages.

Thank You for the Music – ABBA.  Although my posts may suggest otherwise, I rarely run with music and only race with music as a backup plan.  But on a long and lonely run or during a tough race music can make or break my run.  Thank you for the music.

So Long and Thanks For All the Fish

I love the mountains

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.

Band on the Run: The Bad Day Blues

Sometimes bad runs happen to good people.  On a particularly gruelling slog I’m often motivated by a strange combination of angry songs reinforcing my pain and agony and upbeat songs reminding me that despite my pain and agony I will prevail (you thought I was going to say survive - I resisted, even though I’m not above that level of lameness).  In looking over my list I must conclude that I’m not as angry as I thought.  Seems I’m more into the pick me up out of my slump than I am into angry lyrics pushing me back on track.

Bad Day – Daniel Powter.  Let’s start with the obvious song.  They tell me your passion’s gone away.  Cause you had a bad day. You’re taking one down.  You sing a sad song just to turn it around.  You had a bad day. 

Danger Zone – Kenny Loggins.  I feel the need …. the need for speed.  Take the highway to the Danger Zone.  It’s a fine line between gutsiness and certain death, but walking that line can bring about great results.  Also, the music will make you think about Maverick and Goose and then –SPOILER for the one person who has never seen Top Gun– you’ll think sad thoughts about Goose dying and then you’ll think about Anthony Edwards and then you’ll think about running because Edwards is training for another marathon (NYC) and by the time you get through all that thinking your run will be over.

I Wanna be Sedated – The Ramones.  Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane.  I can’t control my fingers I can’t control my brain.  Hurry hurry hurry before I go loco.  I can’t control my fingers I can’t control my toes.  I wanna be sedated.  Seriously, someone send me something.  It’s been a bad week.

It’s the End of the World (And I Feel Fine) – REM (The Great Big Sea version is more uptempo).  Trying to keep up with the lyrics keeps me occupied for a solid half a kilometre.  I often catch up on the final word of the line, with the odd result of mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble WORD!  Usually out loud, in a squirrel scaring burst of excitement.  My favourite line for running you ask?  Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck.

Let’s Hear It For Rock Bottom – The Offspring.  Could you find my motivation?  I can’t see it through this haze.  We’re hitting rock bottom and going down in flames.  Well it’s not that bad.  Erm, I beg to differ.  Going down in flames is most certainly bad.

Mama Said – The Shirelles.  Moms are smart.  I don’t worry ’cause … mama said there’ll be days like this.  There’d be days like this my mama said.  Mama said, mama said.  This is for the c’est la vie runner, which I am most decidedly not.  Yet.   

Que Sera Sera – Doris Day.  See above.  Whatever may be may be.  The future’s not ours to see.  It sounds very Zen.  I’m trying.  But not yet.

So What – Pink.  It’s about a fight and it’s infectious.  The lyrics are kind of … typical Pink.  I got my rock moves and I don’t need you.

Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong – The Spin Doctors.  Hope you hear this song and it pissed you off.  I take back that I hope you are doing fine.  Prove him wrong.

Livin’ on a Prayer – Bon Jovi.  Whoa, we’re half way there, whoa, livin’ on prayer.  We’ve got to hold on ready or not.  You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got.  My parents once made the grave mistake of buying me a mini-keyboard.  This is the only song I could play, and by song I mean the chorus, and by chorus I mean the line livin’ on a prayer.  Over and over and over again.  Last musical instrument anyone ever gave me.

Just – Radiohead.  You do it to yourself.  You do.  And that’s what really hurts.  I know, this seemed like a great idea 16 weeks ago.  Five kilometres from the finish line you may be singing a different tune.  You did it to yourself.

Still Standing – Elton John.  Some days you need to grab ahold of every small victory.  Standing upright is better than lying in a heap sobbing at the side of the road.  Don’t you know I’m still standing better than I ever did.  Looking like a true survivor.  Feelin’ like a little kid.  I’m still standing after all this time. 

It Don’t Come Easy – Ringo Starr.  It will soon be over tomorrow.  You know it don’t come easy.

Cut Across Shorty – Eddie Cochran.  Don’t get the wrong idea, I don’t advocate cheating in a footrace…  but when the going gets tough stick to the tangents.  That’s right, cut across shorty.  No point running more than the official distance.

Crazy Train – Ozzy Osbourne.  I’m going off the rails on a crazy train.  At the end of a hard run you may feel a little unhinged.  The moment you find yourself relating to Ozzy you know you’re in trouble but good. 

Wrong – Depeche Mode.  I haven’t stopped singing this since their concert in July (much to Husband’s chagrin).  Every time I skip out early on a party to wake up early for a training run, I’m reminded:  Wrong, there’ something wrong with me.  Chemically.

We Gotta Get Out of This Place – The Animals.  Every race has a soul-sucking dead zone.  No spectators, nothing to look at, just you and your self-doubt.  A dirty old party of the city, where the sun refuses to shine.  We gotta get out of this place.  If it’s the last thing we ever do.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Green Day.  Anyone who just missed a goal has walked this street.  The survivor shuffle to the finish line can feel lonely.  The day after when folks don’t quite get why you feel so down can feel lonely.  My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me.

Don’t Fear The Reaper – Blue Oyster Cult.  Unless he’s standing at the 27th kilometre of the Around the Bay road race beckoning you into his graveyard.  Then run like hell to the finish line.

Eye of the Tiger – Survivor.  Is a playlist a running playlist without Eye of the Tiger?  You can’t escape it so you might as well embrace it.  Rocky made it an anthem to runners everywhere and now just a few notes will rise you up, back on the street. 

Break on Through – The Doors.  Try to run, try to hide.  Break on through to the other side.  I don’t know what you’ll find there, but if you are slamming into The Wall who cares?  It can’t be worse than that.

Let it Be – The Beatles.  The tempo is slow, but this is a song for the lyrics.  When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be.  Whisper words of wisdom.  Let it be.

Under Pressure – Queen.  Freddy Mercury is like your own personal motivator.  I propose that a Queen tribute playlist could get you from start to finish in style.  Pressure!  Pushing down on me.  Um ba be be.  Um ba ba de.  Ee day da.  Ee day da.  Screaming let me out!  Under pressure!  Another Queen contender is Death on Two Legs, only because it has The Best Title Ever.

We’re Not Gonna Take it – Twisted Sister.  Fight back against the pain and fatigue.  We’re right, we’re free, we’ll fight, you’ll see.  On a white water rafting trip my guide kept mangling the lyrics,  singing we’re not gonna make it, no we ain’t gonna make it.  Now I can’t hear this song without thinking about my certain death by “Greyhound Bus Eater”.  The raft flipped but I survived and the song lives on.

Waterloo – ABBA.  At Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender.  This is your Waterloo.  But think positively, never surrender.  Which is also a song, but one that is too slow and sappy for my playlist (yes, I have a line).  That song, for those of you not a little girl in love with Corey Hart in the 1980s, is Never Surrender.  Thou shalt not judge the 80s. 

Cable Car – The Fray.  Everyone knows I’m in over my head … with eight seconds left in overtime.  Nothing like acknowledging those nagging doubts.  But something about eight seconds left gets me moving.

Hit Me With Your Best Shot – Pat Benatar.  Cool rocker-gal reminds me I’m a  real tough cookie with a long history.  Fire away.

Get Up, Stand Up – Bob Marley.  Get up, stand up.  Don’t give up the fight.   This was the last song Bob Marley performed on stage.  Listen to him say get up stand up twenty-one times (I counted) and you might just get up and go.

Once in a Lifetime – Talking Heads.  The one line that bests all lines in this playlist:  And you may tell yourself, My God, what have I done?  That needs to be on a tee shirt.  If not for that line I would have selected Road to Nowhere.  You can’t go wrong with the Talking Heads. 

Fighter – Christina Aguilera.  Thanks for making me a fighter.  Making me a little bit stronger.  I secretly dislike her singing, but this song is beloved by runners.  This one’s for you.

All These Things I’ve Done – The Killers.  If you can hold on, hold on.  Help me out, yeah-ahah.  You know you gotta help me out.  There’s no shame in asking for help.

Painted Black – The Rolling Stones.  It’s not easy facin’ up when your whole world is black.  When you hear the call from the black pit of despair fight back.  The escalating tempo will help.  Black pit monsters don’t like escalating tempos.  If not the song, take inspiration from the world’s oldest rock band.  They’re still going strong at 478 years of age and you can too.

End of the Line – Travelling Wilburys.  Well it’s all right, sometimes you gotta be strong.  Well it’s all right, doing the best you can.  Well it’s all right, even when push comes to shove.  Well it’s all right, we’re goin’ to the end of the line!  How awesome are the Travelling Wilbury’s?  Very.

Nowhere Fast – The Smiths.  I’d like to drop my trousers to the world.  Hee.  Lie in the middle of the street and die?  Maybe you can relate. 

Lose Yourself – Eminem.  Featuring the two great bad run motivators: Fear and Anger.  Feet fail me not! 

Impression That I Get – Mighty Mighty Bosstones.  I love a big band in suits.  They played the university circuit back in my school-days and it was love at first note.  Have you ever felt a pain so powerful, so heavy you collapse?  Have you ever had the odds stacked up so high, you need a strength most don’t possess?  I never had to knock on wood, but I know someone who has, makes me wonder if I could. 

Message in a Bottle – The Police.  I’m old-school, otherwise I’d pick Rhianna’s S.O.S.  Instead I’ll send an S-O-S to the world.  I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my, I hope that someone gets my message in a bottle.

I Will Survive – Gloria Gaynor.  Of course this song made the list.  What is the point of a playlist without an eye-rolling injection of cheese?  You know every word and despite your hipster cool, you know it gets you moving.  Put it on your list, I’ll never tell.  xoxoGossip Girl

 

This list was more optimistic than expected.  Please send some angry music my way.

Band on the Run: The Start Line

The Marine Corps Marathon organizers are taking votes to select the song that will kick-off the 2009 race:

Whether it provides inspiration, motivation or just makes you want to get moving, nominate your favorite running song and it could be chosen to start the 2009 MCM.   The top five most nominated songs will be compiled and you will be able to vote for your selection [at the] beginning of September.

 

My iPod is always on shuffle, so when the perfect start up song serendipitously plays as I ready-set-go I start with an extra spring in my step.  I’m not sure which song will win the MCM contest (my money is on Eye of the Tiger), but I present to you 10 deserving ditties to start your next run or race on the right foot. 

If you have any additional suggestions please post them below.  I’m always looking to jazz up my own list.

 

Here I Go Again On My Own – Whitesnake.  Although I train with two run clubs my weekly long runs are usually solo endeavours.  At least once a month this song is the first to play on my iPod.  It’s spooky ’cause it’s true.  Here I go again on my own, going down the only road I’ve ever known. 

Start Me Up – Rolling Stones.  If you start me up I’ll never stop, I’ve been running hot.  The Stones are 310 years old (combined) and cranking out tour after tour; they must be doing something right.  Start me up.

Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ – Michael JacksonThis song is so good it has been featured in two of my playlists.  The King of Pop has a way with words.  Remember, the pain is thunder.

Get The Party Started – Pink.  I can go for miles if you know what I mean.  I really don’t know what she means, but I like the line anyway.  Given the surrounding lines I assume she means driving, but why would driving require a “know what I mean”?  To me the “know what I mean” implies she means something other than the obvious - a pop star double entendre - and I don’t know what she really really means.  Of course it was years before I knew what She Bop really meant, so I have a history of naïveté in these matters.

Here It Goes Again – Ok Go.  The treadmill song!  Best video of 2006!  Worthy of multiple exclamation marks!!  It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy, something inching past the edge of the reserve.  Okay … go!

A Little Less Conversation – Elvis.  This song kicked off the Las Vegas Marathon in 2007 and immediately focused my brain on the task at hand.  A little less conversation a little more action baby.  And yes, I know what this one really means.

I Gotta Feeling – Black Eyed Peas.  Just substitute tonight for today and voila, today’s gonna by a good day.  Today’s gonna be a good good day.  Without substitution, this one works especially well for night races.  As I’m neither hip nor with it, I only recently added gem to my playlist.

Beautiful Day – U2.  Sometimes bad days are still beautiful days.  You’re on the road, but you’ve got no destination.  It’s a beautiful day.  Don’t let it get away.

You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet – Bachman-Turner Overdrive.   She looked at me with big brown eyes and said … you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.  

Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey.  For reasons I can’t explain, rock power ballads connect with my runner’s soul.  This one in particular sings to me.  Just a small town girl, livin’ in a lonely world.  My world isn’t lonely, but I am (or was) a small town girl taking the midnight train going anywhere.  Some will win, some will lose, some were born to sing the blues.  Oh the movie never ends, it goes on and on and on and on.  When my run goes on and on and on and on it really helps if I don’t stop believin’.  Yes, I hold on to the feelin’.  It works, I swear.

That’s the name of the game

I named my Garmin 405 Miles.  I briefly considered Kyle because it seemed a fitting nickname for Kilometre, but he looks more like a Miles and also I once knew a Kyle and could never stick a beloved device with his name.  I wonder it bothers Miles that I mostly run in metric.  I’ve started to notice curious looks when I talk about Miles.  I say innocent things like “I went on a 20K run with Miles” or “I’d like to leave Miles and home for a run, but I just can’t live, I mean run, without him”.  I don’t always take the time to clarify that I’m talking about my GPS (and when I do clarify the strange look changes to a ‘step back slowly from the crazy lady talking to her watch’ kind of look).  To those not in the know it may seem like I spend a lot of early mornings and late nights with my secret training partner Miles.  It’s just a matter of time before someone finds the courage to tell Husband they think I’m cheating on him.  I do spend a lot of time with Miles, maybe he should be worried.  On the other hand, Husband doesn’t short circuit in the rain.

Once a week I run with Roadrunner (why are all my electronics male?), my cute little red iPod shuffle.  Roadrunner is for running only, not for regular iPoding, and as such the playlist is entirely embarrassing in content.  When Roadrunner joins me for a run I’ll say things like “I took Roadrunner out for a run”.  I do have a confusing tendency to anthropomorphize my electronic devices.  When I say those things the questioning look expresses an unspoken wonder if I have an unlucky dog named after a Warner Brother’s cartoon or if I actually own a bird that goes running with me.  The former would be kind of cruel, the latter would be kind of cool. 

More recently I started test driving the new and improved Nike+ SportBand.  As you may have guessed, I named it Ringo. 

 

Title Reference:  ABBA – The Name of the Game.  From the album The Album.  1977.

The Running Man

I have a confession.  I could never get the hang of The Running Man.  Lucky for me the running man years coincided with the lowered expectations of elementary school, not the dance-off days of high school.  According to Wikipedia, the popular (and surprisingly long-lived) dance was created by Paula Abdul for Janet Jackson’s 1987-1988 Control Tour, although it was memorably embraced by MC Hammer – seems he can touch this.  My heart fluttered Vanilla Ice Ice Baby broke into a run.  In 2007 Britney brought it back during her M+Ms Tour and more recently Sony Playstation Home introduced a new generation to those crazy legs with kids everywhere trying to set a record for the longest line of avatars doing the running man.  Everything old is new again.

As a runner I almost feel obligated to master this retro-cool party trick.  The Lululemon Running Man challenge promotes the dance as a surefire way to impress people and make friends at the club.  Now I need to add rehearsal time to my training schedule. 

My last attempt was at least 17 years ago, before step by step instruction were available on youtube (hell, before I had an email account).  I think (think mind you) I finally may have got it:

Armed with my new skillz, I’m bringing back the 80s one dance fad at a time.   Some of you may prefer a vintage 80s approach to your dance lessons.  If so, try Totally Rad Dances with Dancin’ Kim.  Why didn’t I know about her in 1987?  I could have torn up the dance floor.  Darn my small town with no cable-TV access! 

I’m no Fresh Prince, but I’m getting there.

Band on the Run: O Canada

Celebrate Canada’s birthday with a Made in Canada Running Playlist.  A little homegrown talent to inspire the true north strong and free as we run above the 49th parallel.  From the 1950s to the hitmakers of today this musical journey features a selection of our Northern Stars.   They may be over the top (Celine), overplayed (Nickleback), splitzville (BNL), or relatively unknown outside the border (Hip), but the nostalgia rooted in homespun familiarity is surprising motivating.  So flashback to your favourite Dominion Days and go on a birthday run with some red and white beats moving your feet.  Bonne fête du Canada. 

[Click the title to listen to the song]

1958.  Walking Along – The Diamonds.  In the great tradition of stealing doowop songs The Diamonds had a hit with Walking Along.  To be fair, one of their few original songs, The Stroll, was also one of their highest chart-toppers.  This is as soda shop era as it gets, walking along just feeling glad, singing a song I won’t be sad.

1962.  I’ve Been Everywhere – Hank SnowListen bud, I’ve traveled every road in this here land.  I’ve been everywhere man.  My nana adored Hank Snow and, I admit, I get a kick out of his rapid-fire city naming.    The “singing ranger” persuaded the Grand Ole Opry to allow a then undiscovered Elvis Presley to perform as his opening act and was part of The King’s original management team.  Now that’s cool. 

1965.  Walk That Walk – David Clayton Thomas and The Shays.  Before joining Blood, Sweat, and Tears – just based on the name alone this group should be in every running playlist – he had a couple of hits on his own.

1968.  Born to be Wild – SteppenwolfGet your motor running’.  Head out on the highway.  Lookin’ for adventure or whatever comes my way.  Fartlek through the riff.

1968.  The Weight – The Band.  This song supposedly has layers of meaning, but I was always the one in English class thinking some things should be taken at face value.  Whatever this songs “really” means, as a post-run lyric take a load off fannie speaks to me.

1969.  Snowbird – Anne Murray.  A winter runner’s lament – spread your tiny wings and fly away and take the snow back with you where it came from on that day.   I haven’t heard this song in years, I was surprised by the quickness of the rhythm. 

1970.  No Time – The Guess Who.   No time left for you.  Distant roads are calling me.   Legend has it the band released a single with no name, just the teaser “Guess Who?”;  DJs thought it was their name and it stuck.   The DJs were on to something – it sure beats Chad Allen and The Expressions.

1972.  Bad Side of the Moon – April Wine.   At times during a run you may find yourself on the bad side of the moon.  It helps to chant this is my life, this is my life, this is my life ad nauseum.  Really, it does.

1974.  Carefree Highway –  Gordon Lightfoot.  PMS: Post Marathon Syndrome.  The mornin’ after blues from my head down to my shoes.

1974.  Takin’ Care of Business – Bachman-Turner Overdrive.   The training never seems to end, but at least you can take care of business while listening to music self-described as overdrive.  I can use a little overdrive on some of my tempo runs.

1975.  Big Yellow Taxi – Joni Mitchell.  A political contribution to the list.  Outdoor runners need trees and trails, not parking lots.   Put away the DDT now.  Put spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees now.

1977.  We’re Here for a Good Time – TrooperWe’re here for a good time, not a long time.  If the optimism of this ditty is too much for you, go for Raise a Little Hell instead. 

1979.  Log Driver’s Waltz – Mountain City Four.  You think trail running is tough, imaging running along logs as they float down rivers?  For he goes birling down a-down a white water.  And yes, the word is birling.  It’s a sport, for reals.  I highly recommend you click the link and watch the video; kids of the 80s will remember the National Film Board short airing between Saturday morning cartoons  and everyone else should watch one of the NFB’s most requested films at least once.  It starts out with real footage before breaking into the best of 1970s animation. 

1979.  Hey Hey My My – Neil Young. It’s better to burn out than too fade away?  Goes against the conservative approach of starting slow, but there’s definitely a time and a place to go for gold even if you risk a magnificent flame-out.  (For those expecting it, Long May You Run was too slow to make the cut.)

1981.  Magic Power – TriumphI’ve got the magic power of music in me.

1981.  My girl (gone, gone, gone) – Chilliwack.  I like to listen to this one at the end of my long runs:  gone gone gone she’s been gone so long.  She didn’t have to run.  Gone gone gone she’s been gone so long.

1981.  Turn Me Loose – LoverboyI was born to run, I was born to dream.  Turn me loose.  Picture yourself on the starting line ready to go, ready to turn loose.

1982.  The Safety Dance – Men Without HatsCause your friends don’t dance and if they don’t dance well they ain’t no friends of mine.  We can dance real neat from our hats to our feet and surprise ‘em with a victory cry.  It’s upbeat and it’s about moving your feet, what more do you want?

1984.  Hallelujah – Leonard Cohen.  The original recording artist, now with over 200 cover versions.  They say you find religion battling those finish line demons; here’s a song to help you pray.

1985.  Never Surrender – Corey Hart.  I had a Corey Hart poster on my wall and I wore my sunglasses at night.  It was the 80s and I was a kid, don’t judge.  Despite the slow tempo, never surrender is surprisingly motivational.  So if you’re lost and on your own you can never surrender.  And if your path won’t lead you home you can never surrender.  With a little perseverance you can get things down.  Never surrender.  It’s a great line for a t-shirt.

1985.  Situation Critical – Platinum BlondeI’m on the roam.  And I like it.  I train to avoid a situation critical, like the kind that hits around mile 20.

1986.  Marathon – Rush.  Sometimes song choices are obvious for a reason:  best race lyrics ever.  It’s a test of ultimate will, the heartbreak climb uphill.  Got to pick up the pace, if you want to stay in the race.

1986.  Baby Ran – 54-40.  As a idealistic pre-teen I listened to One Gun over and over, but it’s Baby Ran that makes my playlist.  Aside from the obvious baby ran, she ran so far away, there is a steady beat for your tired feet.  Fifty-four forty or fight!

1988.  My Song – Glass TigerI want to sing my song, it takes me home to where I come from.  He’s singing my dream: I’ve left it all behind me to travel the distant roads so far from my homeland.

1989.  Blow at High Dough – Tragically HipSometimes the faster it gets the less you need to know.  But you gotta remember the smarter it gets the further its gonna go.  Rumour has it the expression came from Gord Downie’s grandmother and it basically means don’t get ahead of yourself.   Runner’s translation: don’t jackrabbit out of the gate and lose steam before the finish. 

1989.  Let Your Backbone Slide – Maestro Fresh Wes.  This is a throw-down, a showdown.  Hell no, I can’t slow down.  Let your backbone sliiiiide

1990.  Home for a Rest – Spirit of the WestYou’ll have to excuse me I’m not at my best (I know those fans along the side of the course telling me I look good are lying).  Too much drinking, too much running … whatever your vice you probably need a rest.  Take me home.

1991.  Walk Away – Alanis.  Before she was Alanis Morissette she was willing to leave Joey How You Doin’ Tribbiani if he didn’t shape up.  It’s peppy and upbeat and it’s about walking away, which is almost about running.  Fine, it’s a stretch, but post-bubblegum pop Alanis with the Morissette is too much of a downer for my playlist.

1991.  Superman’s Song – Crash Test Dummies.  A slow song, this one is best for winding up before a tough effort.   Their planet crumbled, but Superman he forced himself to carry on, forget Krypton, and keep going.   All I have to complain about is getting up early to run, this song reminds me to suck it up.

1991.  No Regrets – Tom Cochrane.  You can’t go wrong if you live your life with no regrets

1993.  My Baby Loves a Bunch of Authors – Moxy Fruvous.  Political satire set to music.  This one is for those of you that don’t just run, but like to read about running.

1995.  Run Runaway – Great Big Sea.  Energetic folk rock with a sea shanty vibe.  All their songs are awesome, so take your pick.

1998.  Who Needs Sleep? – Barenaked Ladies.  Dedicated to the early morning runners and the over-training insomniacs.  (p.s. Dear Ed, I’ve loved you since 1992.  Don’t tell Husband.  Sincerely, RunShorts.)

1998.  Run Like Mad (Elsewhere) – Jann ArdenEvery voice inside my head is telling me to run like mad.  I watched Dawson’s Creek (and in the Pacey-Dawson showdown I was rooting for Pacey all the way) and only recently discovered that this was the original US and the ultimate international edition theme song. 

2000.  Life – Our Lady PeaceLife waiting for you.  It’s all messed up but we’ll survive.  This is a song for The Wall.

2001.  Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk – Rufus Wainwright.  Skip the cigs, but reach for the chocolately milk.  It’s great for post-run refuleing.

2002.  Open Road – Bryan Adams.  You were expecting Run To You, no?  I’m not always predictable.  Bryan Adams is still rocking in the new millenium and Open Road features his sexy rasp.  Life is an open road – it’s the best story never told.  It’s an endless sky – it’s the deepest sea.  Life is an open road to me.  When I’m famous and in need of an autobiography Open Road is in the running for the title.

2002.  Up – Shania Twain.  When you hit bottom remind yourself, it can only go up from here.

2003.  Time Running – Sara and Tegan.  The indie pop twins got their start in a city talent show called Garage Warz – sounds like one of those shows on TLC.  The time you’ve got me running.

2004.  Mushaboom – Feist.  This song is randomly sprinkled with awesome running lyrics.  Old dirt road, knee deep snow.  On a little road barely on the map.   Collect the moments one by one.  I love a good tune about taking the time to enjoy it all.  Shaboom shaboom.

2006.  Bridge to Nowhere – Sam Roberts.   If this is a race then I hope you come last.  You’re on a bridge to nowhere and you’re gettin’ there fast.  It’s not all rainbows and cotton candy, some days are hard.

2006.  Keep Holding On – Avril Lavigne.  I’m as shocked as anyone to find Avril singing such a motivational, non-teen angst ridden, pop rock power ballad.  Just stay strong.  Keep holding on.

2007.  Walls Fall Down – Bedouin Soundclash.  Any song about breaking down walls is bound to be helpful eventually.

2006.  Don’t Get Down – Hayden.  As Rachel Green would say, and Ross Gellar would misunderstand, this is a song for when you need a break. 

2006.  Sunday Morning – k-osEvery day is Saturday night, but I can’t wait for Sunday morning.  The morning of my long run.  I can’t wait for Sunday morning.

2007.  No Cars Go – Arcade Fire.  I’d like to find a place where no cars go.  It would be my smog-free utopia.  I need a replacement for the island, at least until my city-wide strike ends.

2008.  My Happy Place – The New Odds.   The New Odds are the old Odds and now they have a happy place.  Playing the Corner Gas theme song probably helped pay for it.

O Canada.  Oh no?  Did I miss your Canadian super group?  Let me know.

 

Title Reference:  Sir Adolphe-Basile Routhier (lyrics) & Calixa Lavallée (music). 1880 (English lyrics written in 1908 by Robert Stanley Weir).

Band on the Run: The Day The Music Died

The self-proclaimed King of Pop ruled the airwaves before spiralling from his throne amidst bizarre appearance changes, creepy allegations, and freakish reclusivity.  Although becoming a tragic figure in his latter years, I still fondly remember MJ at the top.  I spent the early 80s moonwalking, doing the zombie dance in the schoolyard, and coveting my classmate’s pleather dress with a glittery Thriller scrawled across the torso.   Before ”Wacko Jacko” became a tabloid joke, he was the unrivaled musical phenomenon of my generation and still boasts the best-selling album of all time.  I have it on vinyl, the cover featuring Jackson in a white leisure suit sporting a long-forgotten normal looking nose, somewhere in my makeshift storage unit otherwise known as my parent’s basement.  His death came as a surprise to fans around the world, particularly the 750,000 holding tickets to his much-anticipated upcoming London shows.  A Michael Jackson concert has always been my top choice for show I’d pay the extortionary Ticketmaster charges to attend.  I admit, for a moment I secretly wondered if he faked his own death, Elvis-style, to avoid his creditors and the paparazzi that followed his every moonwalk.  Conspiracy theories aside, no way would he abandon Bubbles the Chimp and his three children.  His death is a sad end to a very strange life.

In tribute to MJ and his vocally blessed family, I present you with my top ten picks for the Jackson tunes that should grace your running playlist.

Can You Feel It – The Jacksons.  The perfect pre-race single.  The whole world is coming together now.  Can you feel it?

Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ – Michael Jackson.  A starting line song to get your engine revvin’.  Yeah yeah.

Bad – Michael Jackson.  Well they say the sky’s the limit and to me that’s really true, but my friend you have seen nothing.  Just wait ’til I get through . . . because I’m bad, I’m bad.  You know it.  Now get your bad self to the finish line.

Runaway – Janet Jackson.  Okay, sometimes I listen to songs when I run simply because the word run is in the title.   A little not-so-subtle motivation.  This one is for you Husband, runaway with me my love.

ABC – Jackson 5.  A dose of optimism can go a long way on a long run.  Easy as ABC.  Simple as do re mi.  Shake it, shake it baby, come on now.

Beat It – Michael Jackson.  You better run, you better do what you can.

Control – Janet Jackson.  I’m in control, never gonna stop.  Control to get what I want.  Just watch out for those nipple slips.

Don’t Stop ‘Til You get Enough – Michael Jackson.  Keep on with the force, don’t stop.  Don’t stop ’til you get enough.  Hopefully “enough” kicks in after the finish line.

Blame it on the Boogie – The Jacksons.  A post-run bag full of performance excuses.  Don’t blame it on the sunshine.  Don’t blame it on the moonlight.  Don’t blame it on the good times.  Blame it on the boogie.  But my favourite?  I just can’t control my feet.

Thriller – Michael Jackson.  If you don’t know why this song is on my list, read this.  I see dead people.

R.I.P. M.J.

 

Title Reference:  Don McLean – American Pie.  From the album American Pie.  1971.

Land of a Thousand Dances

Not quite a thousand, but the song does make references to sixteen dance crazes: the Pony, the Chicken, the Mashed Potato, the Alligator, the Watusi, the Twist, the Fly, the Jerk, the Tango, the Yo-Yo, the Sweet Pea, the Hand Jive, the Slop, the Bop, the Fish, and the Popeye.  Written in 1962, most of these dances fell in and out of vogue long before I ever put on toe-tapping shoes.  Although I’ve never even heard of most of them (and the ones I do are all thanks to Grease), I’m reasonably certain I’ve involuntarily busted all those moves during my last 1000 kilometres of running.  My arms and legs have a tendency to flail about in peculiar ways when I’m fatigued.  34K and suddenly I find myself doing the Watusi, my limbs no longer under control of my brain.  The Hand Jive is particularly useful in trying to slap your tired legs back to life.  The big news, which I slipped in subtly amidst all that dance talk, is that I have run more than 1000 of the 2009 kilometres planned for 2009.  Yes, despite several weeks of lackluster training, I am keeping pace.  Barely keeping pace, but I’m optimistic.  I recently rekindled my relationship with my logbook and once again the days with entries outnumber those judgmental blocks of white.   To celebrate, I’m treating myself to a pair of kicks with fewer klicks.  During my next 1000 kilometres I might even try to intentionally slip in some dance steps.  Maybe a little moon walking will break up the monotony of my next long run.  With my two left feet, I could definitely benefit from the extra practice.

Title Reference:  Wilson Pickett – Land of 1000 dances.  From the album The Exciting Wilson Pickett.  1966.