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I switched my 8 mile long run out so that Scott and I could run together. We ran really slow, which was nice. It allowed me to watch other runners as they passed us. I like watching runner’s legs move as they run, especially the good runners. The rhythm of their feet steadily rising and falling is mesmerizing. One runner looked like he was almost floating across the snow-packed trail. I love witnessing confident bodies moving through space. It’s such a beautiful thing to see.
Me and Scott, just after our run.
2 degrees/feels like -6
minnehaha creek path/mississippi river road bike path
Of course, just after proclaiming on the about page that “I love running outside in the cold,” I ran outside in the cold and didn’t really love it. It felt colder than -6. My hands were freezing for the first two miles and it was hard to breathe through my nose. I suppose it didn’t help that I was listening to the audio book for Murakami’s What I Talk About When I Talk About Running and he was describing his miserable experience in the second half of an all day (62 mile!) race that he endured years ago just as I was feeling my most miserable. Maybe next time I’ll listen to a running playlist instead.
Sometimes I listen to audio books, occasionally I don’t listen to anything, but most of the time I listen to music while I’m running. Cheesy music. Nostalgic music. Music that only makes sense when I’m running. Over the five 1/2 years that I’ve been running, I’ve created a lot of playlists and listened to a lot of music. Here’s the current one:
- Hey Ladies/Beasties Boys
- Furr/Blitzen Trapper
- The Raiders March/John Williams
- Don’t Stop Me Now/Queen
- Happy/Pharell Williams
- Without You/feat. Usher
- Sorry/Justin Bieber
- Get Lucky/Daft Punk
- Ride Like the Wind/Christopher Cross
- Cheap Thrills/Sia
- I Made it Through the Rain/Barry Manilow
- Back in Black/ACDC
- I’m Going to Go Back There Someday/Gonzo
- ABC/The Jacksons
- The Best of Times/Styx
- The Distance/Cake
- Video/India Arie
- Roar/Katy Perry
- Ordinary People/John Legend
- Learn to Fly/Foo Fighters
- Gonna Fly Now (Theme for Rocky)/Bill Conti
- Don’t Dream it’s Over/Crowded House
- Big Shot/Billy Joel
- Pinball Number Count: 4/Pointer Sisters
- Uptown Funk/feat. Bruno Mars
- Hollaback Girl/Gwen Stefani
- I’m Still Standing/Elton John
- Summer Breeze/Seals & Crofts
- Firework/Katy Perry
- Another One Bites the Dust/Queen
- Baby/Justin Bieber
- Hot for Teacher/Van Halen
Very eclectic. No logical order and attention to pace here. Just songs that, at some point in my life, I have loved and want to listen to again. I usually put this list on shuffle.
Since I’ve been using this one for a while, it’s probably time to create a new one. Two requirements: it must have Barry Manilow and at least one Muppet song on it. I’m thinking “Copacabana” and “Can You Picture That.”
I’m on week one, day four of my training schedule. It’s my only day of rest. I don’t want to rest; I want to run, even though it’s 9 degrees outside. But I will rest because I know that my body, especially my right knee, the one that periodically gives me trouble and has a bone spur, needs it.
Not wanting to rest makes me think of an unpublished blog post that I recently found:
According to my mom, when I was a kid, I hated going to sleep. I wanted to be up all of the time, active, doing things. She claimed that, on more than one occasion, I fell asleep in a running position. Now I’m middle-aged and I don’t have trouble falling asleep, but I’m still restless and I end up waking up a lot. Restless. Legs that ache with a desire to move, to go. Somewhere. I don’t have wanderlust, just a need to move. I feel trapped in the bed, just sitting there, immobile. I used to think that my restlessness was because I was no longer as active as I used to be. Around the time I became an academic and my mom started to slowly die, I stopped exercising my body. All of my energy was used to think as an academic and to survive raising two young kids while witnessing my mom dying. But now, I’m exercising. I’ve been running for many years and swimming and biking. I work out a lot. But it hasn’t stopped my restlessness. Sometimes I feel like a caged animal, pacing around. I remember witnessing my mom do the same thing. We would be watching tv, maybe a movie, and all of a sudden, she would get up and just start walking around the room. I do that now.
Where does this restlessness come from and what do I do with it?