So, apparently, I got my hands on some heavy-grade narcotics a while back. I don't remember it happening, but I know it must have, because I have playlists set on my Zune that only a person under the influence would put together.
I love this song for running. The pace is right for me, the words are fun to try and say. Running Music.
I listened to this entire album for most of my undergrad whenever I was trying to write a paper. I do like Phil Collins, but running is not where he belongs. Definitely not running music.
This little example set wouldn't be necessary, except that I ran (most of) a 5K today. Before setting out, I put on my "Rockin" playlist to help me get a good groove and run. The second song in, I'm listening to Tarzan. I couldn't change the song through my gloves, so I had to rip the gloves off, take the Zune off of my arm, shade it from the morning sun, and change the song. I just know that that little stunt cost me precious minutes.
Its basically why I failed to come in first place. That and the fact that I'm just plum slow. But, ya know. The song had to factor in.
I did finish the race, though.
And this ends our lesson on Things That Are Not: Running Music. Also, I'm taking offers for someone to organize my music in a way that makes sense to people not doing methamphetamines. Please list your qualifications below.