I recently found the perfect running song: “I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’” by the Scissor Sisters. I stumbled onto one of their concerts on TV, and within minutes I was scouring the Web for a download. Now, when I’m striding along the Esplanade and I hear that piano pounding, the relentless high-octane drumbeat, the exuberant disco falsetto, I find myself trying to catch up with my own feet. I hit repeat again and again. I’m flying into the ether, the shaved-off seconds scattering behind me like spores. But I know this athletic romance won’t last. It can’t. I’ll get to know the lyrics too well, the musical bridges and chord changes will wear thin, all of the surprise bled dry. And before long, I’ll start skipping it, already trolling for the next musical thrill. Yep, I’m officially a running-song slut. click here to read the rest.
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this morning's routedistance
: 7.19 milestime
: 1 hr. 01mins., 45 secs. (8:32 min-miles)weather
: 35F, emerging sunshinesurface
: asphalt, and gorgeous, nicely packed dirtmusic
: run mix 5 (2.28.09)pre-run eats
: banana, apple, cup of coffee, glass of water