Running Songs: Rusted Root, “Send Me On My Way”
Posted: April 30th, 2012 | Author: Steph | Filed under: Running Songs | No Comments »It’s too bad that this song is in an Enterprise commercial now. Before that, it was part of my soundtrack to the summer I got my driver’s license, featured on a mix tape from a friend that I blasted from my 1993 Ford Tempo. And before that, it was part of Matilda. Fun fact: a friend of mine met Mara Wilson at her audition for the Tisch School back in 2005.
But to really laugh at the ’90s “Pure Moods”-ness of it all, you have to watch the original video.
Sometimes when yoga gets a little ridiculous, I think of this video and remember that it could be much worse. But I still love the song.
Running Songs: Paul Simon, “Can’t Run But”
Posted: April 19th, 2012 | Author: Steph | Filed under: Running Songs | 2 Comments »Running Songs: a series about the songs I like to run to, leading up to the Flying Pig half marathon on May 6.
(Listen here.)
I guess it’s sort of ironic that this song sets (for me) a challenging pace. And that the lyric “I can’t run but I can walk much faster than this” pushes me to keep up.
Running Songs: R.E.M., “Daysleeper”
Posted: April 16th, 2012 | Author: Steph | Filed under: Running Songs | No Comments »Running Songs: a series about the songs I like to run to, leading up to the Flying Pig half marathon on May 6.
My friend put this on a mixtape for me during my junior year of high school. At the time, I was working at a warehouse in town after school, several nights a week with some other teenagers and the full-time second shifters. This song made me glad I didn’t have to work third shift.
Running Songs: Paul Simon, “America” (live)
Posted: April 12th, 2012 | Author: Steph | Filed under: Running Songs | No Comments »Running Songs: a series about the songs I like to run to, leading up to the Flying Pig half marathon on May 6.
No matter how satisfied I am with my current life situation, this part always gets me. Apparently the audience feels the same way.
“Kathy, I’m lost,” I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They’ve all gone to look for America
