When I use a quote from the late, great Steve Prefontaine as a title for the blog, you know its serious. Really though, the Rochester Marathon is coming up in exactly 4 weeks, and I can honestly say that I feel about 100 times more prepared for this one than I did for the fateful Buffalo marathon three months ago. Perhaps it's because I have been properly training, instead of properly acting like an idiot; but also, I just feel it in my spirit lately. I do not deal well with mediocrity, and while even running a marathon is certainly an accomplishment, (shit, only 1% of the US population has ever even run a half-marathon)- I am not really satisfied with being that one percent. I would ideally like to be at the competitive side of that, granted it may take me 5 more marathons to become that competitive runner, but each one gets me a little closer. And I guarantee, 'guts' have never been something I was lacking...
I have been having issues with my shins (namely the right one) as of late, I guess that must truly be my trouble spot for running since it's what put me out of commission in high-school cross country. My runner friends, and my own good sense advised me to take a few days off and do low-impact training for a week or so; and the pain has subsided a lot. (A good thing, considering that if it hadn't subsided with the stopping of impact, I would have been looking at scanning for a stress fracture.... NOT my idea of a good time) So, tomorrow morning, it's back to the running game. Planning a nice 22 miler for my next day off, and then a relaxing taper before the marathon September 18th, closely followed by the Pittsburgh Great Race September 25th. Should be a hell of a time. I think after those two, I'll have my race necessities all set until the Turkey Trot on thanksgiving. Shin pain aside, (and not too bad considering my newfound extensive knowledge of taping and binding my legs so i look like a crazy person) I am seriously looking forward to this race. I truly cannot wait.
I guess I forgot to mention in the past few blogs that for the past two or three months I've gone meat free. I had been eating very small amounts since the move back to NY, mostly seafood, but I decided to cut it out entirely and have been seeing good results. More energy, better muscle recovery, etc. Have been closely following another blog, set up by an ultramarathoner on the west coast who saw great improvements in running ability and times after going meat-free....
For anyone who's interested, the website is:
http://www.nomeatathlete.com/
Writing with a bag of frozen peas on my leg... (no joke)
Liz
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Within a mile of home-
Today marks 5 weeks until the Rochester Marathon... my second in what will hopefully be a long life of 26 mile races. Today also marks the first time that I was made brutally aware of just how hot it is at 2pm, and how terrible an idea it is to run 15 miles at such a time. Now, I'm not a total idiot, I did set out with a Camelbak full of Water/Gatorade...... but that ran out somewhere around mile 8 I think. And by the time I got home, including the Clif bar I ate, and the full 32oz of liquid that I drank, I had somehow still sweated enough to lose 4 pounds. Note to self: this is why they have races at 7am. Never again.
Since I survived, and hopefully have learned my lesson on that one, I would just like to thank my legs for making it through the run without too much complaining- and thank my Ipod Running playlist for literally being exactly long enough for a 15 mile run. The last song ended as I was turning onto my street. Apparently I have to add a few more songs before September, but it was perfect for today.
I am definitely the type of person who has more than a few complaints about the general stupidity of the population, and I've waited awhile for this so that I can truly amass a list worth posting, but seriously, some things that are truly infuriating while I'm running....
1. Assholes in cars who honk at me because I'm running through the crosswalk when the sign tells me to, and impeding their ability to turn right for about four seconds. News flash, you're going to get to your destination long before I get to mine, regardless, so calm the hell down.
2. Groups of teenage guys who think that a) catcalling a runner who is wearing earphones is going to be heard or answered, and b) blocking my path is an acceptable method of flirtation. Its all fun and games until I accidentally hit you in the face.
3. People who are casually ambling down the sidewalk towards me and refuse to walk single-file, forcing me to hurdle whatever small shrub, fire hydrant, or garbage receptacle is nearby... thanks.
4. When I arrive at the gym on a rainy day only to find every treadmill occupied by an overweight lady who is walking at 2.0mph, chugging Gatorade as if it's helping, and talking on her cell phone. Good workout, ladies, by next month the only thing you will have lost is most of your dignity.
5. I dont know who you are, weird Delaware Park guy, but I find it pretty obnoxious that I can see you cutting across the grass halfway around the track so that it looks like you're lapping me every five minutes.
6. If you're walking, or working out for less than an hour... please, pass on the protein shake/protein bar... it just makes you look like a douchebag. You can also probably refrain from wearing a sweat band if you're traveling under 3 miles an hour.
And a few things I love about running-
1. That nearly every runner is 100% friendly and supportive of every other runner. You pass them, they wave and give you a thumbs up. They pass you, they throw out words of encouragement. You're racing, half the people who finished before you are on the sidelines supporting those still running. Seriously, it's awesome.
2. Getting home after a 2 or 3 hour running and realizing that I could pretty much eat anything I want for the rest of the day and it wouldn't make a difference.
3. Running at the park while the soccer league practices... yeah, it's shallow, but they've got nice legs and they rarely wear shirts. It's a reason to run the 2mile loop a few extra times.
Until next time,
Liz
Since I survived, and hopefully have learned my lesson on that one, I would just like to thank my legs for making it through the run without too much complaining- and thank my Ipod Running playlist for literally being exactly long enough for a 15 mile run. The last song ended as I was turning onto my street. Apparently I have to add a few more songs before September, but it was perfect for today.
I am definitely the type of person who has more than a few complaints about the general stupidity of the population, and I've waited awhile for this so that I can truly amass a list worth posting, but seriously, some things that are truly infuriating while I'm running....
1. Assholes in cars who honk at me because I'm running through the crosswalk when the sign tells me to, and impeding their ability to turn right for about four seconds. News flash, you're going to get to your destination long before I get to mine, regardless, so calm the hell down.
2. Groups of teenage guys who think that a) catcalling a runner who is wearing earphones is going to be heard or answered, and b) blocking my path is an acceptable method of flirtation. Its all fun and games until I accidentally hit you in the face.
3. People who are casually ambling down the sidewalk towards me and refuse to walk single-file, forcing me to hurdle whatever small shrub, fire hydrant, or garbage receptacle is nearby... thanks.
4. When I arrive at the gym on a rainy day only to find every treadmill occupied by an overweight lady who is walking at 2.0mph, chugging Gatorade as if it's helping, and talking on her cell phone. Good workout, ladies, by next month the only thing you will have lost is most of your dignity.
5. I dont know who you are, weird Delaware Park guy, but I find it pretty obnoxious that I can see you cutting across the grass halfway around the track so that it looks like you're lapping me every five minutes.
6. If you're walking, or working out for less than an hour... please, pass on the protein shake/protein bar... it just makes you look like a douchebag. You can also probably refrain from wearing a sweat band if you're traveling under 3 miles an hour.
And a few things I love about running-
1. That nearly every runner is 100% friendly and supportive of every other runner. You pass them, they wave and give you a thumbs up. They pass you, they throw out words of encouragement. You're racing, half the people who finished before you are on the sidelines supporting those still running. Seriously, it's awesome.
2. Getting home after a 2 or 3 hour running and realizing that I could pretty much eat anything I want for the rest of the day and it wouldn't make a difference.
3. Running at the park while the soccer league practices... yeah, it's shallow, but they've got nice legs and they rarely wear shirts. It's a reason to run the 2mile loop a few extra times.
Until next time,
Liz
Thursday, July 28, 2011
My body tells me no; but I won't quit..
So I apologize (probably to nobody) for my long absence from the world of writing.
To catch up on the world of me, I'll try to make it short. Since the last blog I've written, some things have occurred. An overwhelming amount of bullshit, the details of which I will not get into at this time put some pressure on my running schedule. That combined with the busiest promotion of the year at my restaurant led to some thrilling 12-15 hour workdays and a whole lot of residual bitterness towards my job, life, etc. I did continue running throughout this, but admittedly not with the same passion and zeal that I had been exhibiting prior. Needless to say, it's not always fun or even tolerable to set out on a five or ten or twenty mile run when the greatest desire in my heart is to either punch someone in the face, or sleep for an entire day.
So the marathon came around on May 29th. The weather and timing were perfect, and I actually felt pretty good in the weeks leading up to the marathon. I had relaxed my goals quite a bit since my idealistic dreams of the fall, and at this point just wanted to finish the damn thing and call it a day. And I did just that, although calling it a day is now the last thing on my mind. I can say with absolute certainty that running a marathon is the most difficult thing I have ever done. There was a point in that race where there was no pinpointing the aches or pain, since it was a total-body experience. I could barely move the day following the race, and found myself hurting in a way that I'd never experienced before. But crossing that finish line, and realizing quite what I did that day is a feeling that I will never forget.
But there's one problem... now I just want more. Anyone who knows me well will agree that I tend to be a bit of a competitive person. I dont like just doing something, I want to be good at it, the best I can be... so to speak. And so I find myself turning into one of those cheesy running-mantra type people when I tell my friends and family that I feel like a changed person since the day of the marathon. My typically stressful job has yet to even stress me out in the slightest, my nervous habits like biting my nails and drumming my fingers have completely stopped, with no explanation except that I thing my body is telling me something.... that I should probably keep running. And so, for the past two months, amid some of the hottest weather NY has seen in years, I've been keeping it up. And in the months of September and October, scattered between my ridiculous work schedule, weddings, vacations, and life... I will be running another marathon, as well as a few other races. I don't think that I will qualify for Boston this time either, but I can certainly say that barring some catastrophic injury, I will qualify for Boston sometime in the next few years.
I feel as though the blog has come full circle in that the naivete is gone now, but now my drive to succeed is even higher; especially now that I know just how daunting the task really is.
To catch up on the world of me, I'll try to make it short. Since the last blog I've written, some things have occurred. An overwhelming amount of bullshit, the details of which I will not get into at this time put some pressure on my running schedule. That combined with the busiest promotion of the year at my restaurant led to some thrilling 12-15 hour workdays and a whole lot of residual bitterness towards my job, life, etc. I did continue running throughout this, but admittedly not with the same passion and zeal that I had been exhibiting prior. Needless to say, it's not always fun or even tolerable to set out on a five or ten or twenty mile run when the greatest desire in my heart is to either punch someone in the face, or sleep for an entire day.
So the marathon came around on May 29th. The weather and timing were perfect, and I actually felt pretty good in the weeks leading up to the marathon. I had relaxed my goals quite a bit since my idealistic dreams of the fall, and at this point just wanted to finish the damn thing and call it a day. And I did just that, although calling it a day is now the last thing on my mind. I can say with absolute certainty that running a marathon is the most difficult thing I have ever done. There was a point in that race where there was no pinpointing the aches or pain, since it was a total-body experience. I could barely move the day following the race, and found myself hurting in a way that I'd never experienced before. But crossing that finish line, and realizing quite what I did that day is a feeling that I will never forget.
But there's one problem... now I just want more. Anyone who knows me well will agree that I tend to be a bit of a competitive person. I dont like just doing something, I want to be good at it, the best I can be... so to speak. And so I find myself turning into one of those cheesy running-mantra type people when I tell my friends and family that I feel like a changed person since the day of the marathon. My typically stressful job has yet to even stress me out in the slightest, my nervous habits like biting my nails and drumming my fingers have completely stopped, with no explanation except that I thing my body is telling me something.... that I should probably keep running. And so, for the past two months, amid some of the hottest weather NY has seen in years, I've been keeping it up. And in the months of September and October, scattered between my ridiculous work schedule, weddings, vacations, and life... I will be running another marathon, as well as a few other races. I don't think that I will qualify for Boston this time either, but I can certainly say that barring some catastrophic injury, I will qualify for Boston sometime in the next few years.
I feel as though the blog has come full circle in that the naivete is gone now, but now my drive to succeed is even higher; especially now that I know just how daunting the task really is.
Monday, January 24, 2011
The winter reigns.
So after a few weeks of absence from blogging, i must admit that winter in Buffalo has been getting me down. Don't get me wrong, I love it here- I actually enjoy the cold, and the snow, but the mere fact of the complete lack of sunlight for the past month is just really ruining my mojo. (It's a Vitamin D thing... come on Buffalo, give us a break, it's for our health!)
On top of the freezing temperatures (today it was a balmy -4 degrees, and that's Fahrenheit, folks), coming out of training and into the real work in my job involves longer and more exhausting days, more responsibility, and more stress. All of these combined, really do make an even stronger case for continuing my training, but due to my abhorrence for the treadmill, as well as my love for my new bed- it's been difficult. I've been forcing myself to do 12-15 miles a week just to stay in running shape, but the training plan I so calculatingly laid out back in October has admittedly fallen by the wayside for the past few weeks. January in Buffalo is just not the best time or place to find your motivation.
On another, related note, just finished an incredibly good book called In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan. The book really made it clear and simple the pitfalls and downfalls of the Western diet, lead by the commercialization and industrialization of processed foods. I would suggest it to anyone, who is interested in nutrition; even if you will never give up on Kraft Mac & Cheese, it still may shed some light on other things about food that many people may not even realize. In short, it's a great read, and definitely made an impact as far as what I'm willing to fuel my body with.... most of the time. Sorry, Mr. Pollan but you're absolutely not going to stop me from eating Pepperidge Farm cookies every now and again. They're just too damn good.
Partially due to the book, and partially due to the fact that I simply love to cook & bake, I've taken to baking my own bread (remarkably easy, and so much better for you). Bread is one of those foods which just drives me nuts to check out in the store. I made bread today. Took me about ten minutes (then obviously the wait time to rise, and then to bake... during which I did laundry & cleaned), and had a grand total of five ingredients. Bread in the store? I'm not exactly sure what ferrous sulfate is, but I doubt that it's necessary to the composition of the loaf.
So I guess the blog moves on, and I hereby solemnly state that I will do my best to update more. Simply because the writing is cathartic for me and allows me to share (even if with just myself) what is going on. Struggles and setbacks. When it comes down to it, I have a marathon to run in four months, and I'd better get my ass in gear. In a way that I can tolerate. Which for now... running when I can, and cross training when it's blizzarding or mid-frostbite-warning. And eating real food when I can, and mostly doing what is best for me and makes me feel healthy.
Hailing from a ten-mile run that just beat the crap out of me, the longest run I've had in over a month....
Cheers.
On top of the freezing temperatures (today it was a balmy -4 degrees, and that's Fahrenheit, folks), coming out of training and into the real work in my job involves longer and more exhausting days, more responsibility, and more stress. All of these combined, really do make an even stronger case for continuing my training, but due to my abhorrence for the treadmill, as well as my love for my new bed- it's been difficult. I've been forcing myself to do 12-15 miles a week just to stay in running shape, but the training plan I so calculatingly laid out back in October has admittedly fallen by the wayside for the past few weeks. January in Buffalo is just not the best time or place to find your motivation.
On another, related note, just finished an incredibly good book called In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan. The book really made it clear and simple the pitfalls and downfalls of the Western diet, lead by the commercialization and industrialization of processed foods. I would suggest it to anyone, who is interested in nutrition; even if you will never give up on Kraft Mac & Cheese, it still may shed some light on other things about food that many people may not even realize. In short, it's a great read, and definitely made an impact as far as what I'm willing to fuel my body with.... most of the time. Sorry, Mr. Pollan but you're absolutely not going to stop me from eating Pepperidge Farm cookies every now and again. They're just too damn good.
Partially due to the book, and partially due to the fact that I simply love to cook & bake, I've taken to baking my own bread (remarkably easy, and so much better for you). Bread is one of those foods which just drives me nuts to check out in the store. I made bread today. Took me about ten minutes (then obviously the wait time to rise, and then to bake... during which I did laundry & cleaned), and had a grand total of five ingredients. Bread in the store? I'm not exactly sure what ferrous sulfate is, but I doubt that it's necessary to the composition of the loaf.
So I guess the blog moves on, and I hereby solemnly state that I will do my best to update more. Simply because the writing is cathartic for me and allows me to share (even if with just myself) what is going on. Struggles and setbacks. When it comes down to it, I have a marathon to run in four months, and I'd better get my ass in gear. In a way that I can tolerate. Which for now... running when I can, and cross training when it's blizzarding or mid-frostbite-warning. And eating real food when I can, and mostly doing what is best for me and makes me feel healthy.
Hailing from a ten-mile run that just beat the crap out of me, the longest run I've had in over a month....
Cheers.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The first setback.
It's been awhile since I've written. The holiday season has a unique ability to put me in a depressed and lethargic mood. While I was fairly successful at making sure I ran at least 3-4 times a week, I certainly scaled back my mileage and my effort during the holiday season in exchange for numerous days of party food and adult beverages. By the time New Years Day rolled around I felt like I'd been run over by a truck and put out with the garbage, a stark change from the energetic, motivated girl three weeks prior.
It's funny how motivation can be so hard to find in a time when all you want to do is be home yet you are stuck in the frigid NY winter. My friends have done a remarkable job at keeping me sane, but I credit the weird lull in my training to a simple change in routine. I've read it over and over in magazines and books, but all runners will say that running fits into your life when youre life is something that can be planned, and followed as a routine (for the most part). Holiday season is too unpredictable at work (long hours, incredibly busy days, no time to eat properly), and in my personal life (no family, lots of holiday parties, new years, everyone's got extra time off, restaurant meals, etc.). It literally became impossible for me to uphold the same routine that I'd been living for the past three months. And it caught up with me because my system was damn near incapable of handling the change.
Glad to say I think I have settled back into the routine, I do get to visit home in a few short weeks, which I am looking forward to; and the mad dash that is the Christmas season is over. Now it's time to settle into the restaurant I'm running, settle into the marathon I'm running, and go back to going to bed early five nights a week. It's a give and take I guess, I certainly love going out with friends, staying up late, and everything that comes with it- but I think it belongs in life in the same way as anything else that can become an addiction: in moderation.
As far as the running goes, I bought new running shoes which make a huge world of difference. The tendonitis in my ankle has all but subsided, and in general my legs and feet feel better while running. Now I'm just working on getting back into the groove after a few weeks of laziness. And this may be the first year where I wasnt a complete bum over the holidays, at least I dragged myself to the gym 4 days a week for the past few weeks, but if I am gonna run a marathon in 4 months (yikes)... I will have to do a lot better than that.
It's funny how motivation can be so hard to find in a time when all you want to do is be home yet you are stuck in the frigid NY winter. My friends have done a remarkable job at keeping me sane, but I credit the weird lull in my training to a simple change in routine. I've read it over and over in magazines and books, but all runners will say that running fits into your life when youre life is something that can be planned, and followed as a routine (for the most part). Holiday season is too unpredictable at work (long hours, incredibly busy days, no time to eat properly), and in my personal life (no family, lots of holiday parties, new years, everyone's got extra time off, restaurant meals, etc.). It literally became impossible for me to uphold the same routine that I'd been living for the past three months. And it caught up with me because my system was damn near incapable of handling the change.
Glad to say I think I have settled back into the routine, I do get to visit home in a few short weeks, which I am looking forward to; and the mad dash that is the Christmas season is over. Now it's time to settle into the restaurant I'm running, settle into the marathon I'm running, and go back to going to bed early five nights a week. It's a give and take I guess, I certainly love going out with friends, staying up late, and everything that comes with it- but I think it belongs in life in the same way as anything else that can become an addiction: in moderation.
As far as the running goes, I bought new running shoes which make a huge world of difference. The tendonitis in my ankle has all but subsided, and in general my legs and feet feel better while running. Now I'm just working on getting back into the groove after a few weeks of laziness. And this may be the first year where I wasnt a complete bum over the holidays, at least I dragged myself to the gym 4 days a week for the past few weeks, but if I am gonna run a marathon in 4 months (yikes)... I will have to do a lot better than that.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
..regarding the cheesecake.
I was informed by one of my friends that my blog was too much about running, and not enough about cheesecake. I responded with "really? you read my blog? thanks!" Seriously, though, I will be making some delicious cheesecakes for Christmas season this year. Definitely doing another Amaretto cheesecake with some toasted almonds on top, and I think I might go for a Blackberry one as well. No I will not share the recipe unless we are close personal friends, since I have a cheesecake reputation to uphold.
I got to spend a week in Florida last week finishing out my training for the job with some very exciting lectures and meetings at the corporate office. Worst part about it was that I had very little time to actually do anything besides sit in meetings and eat dinner. Best part about the whole thing was getting to run outside while I was there... the 2 feet of snow in NY kind of tends to ruin that. It was great, except the whole hotel/restaurant food thing wreaks havoc on my poor little "creature-of-habit" digestive system, and I realized after the first day that my shoes were just not going to cut it any longer. After doing a lot of reading about training and such, I figured out that the shoes I have are actually built for an entirely different stride-type than I have- which was leading to some pretty annoying tendonitis in my ankle, as well as making my toes numb. Needless to say, that isnt really conducive to running distance, so today I bought new shoes. And they are awesome. I cant wait to go running.
The goal by the end of December is to have completed 3 10-mile runs so that I'm going into the new year with some distance under my belt. By February I hope to have done a few half-marathon distances, and then continue to build from there. Trying to tackle the unpleasant idea of actually starting to use sports drinks... because while necessary for performance, they taste like shit- I will do some experiments and see if I cant find one that isnt too terrible. Wish me luck.
I got to spend a week in Florida last week finishing out my training for the job with some very exciting lectures and meetings at the corporate office. Worst part about it was that I had very little time to actually do anything besides sit in meetings and eat dinner. Best part about the whole thing was getting to run outside while I was there... the 2 feet of snow in NY kind of tends to ruin that. It was great, except the whole hotel/restaurant food thing wreaks havoc on my poor little "creature-of-habit" digestive system, and I realized after the first day that my shoes were just not going to cut it any longer. After doing a lot of reading about training and such, I figured out that the shoes I have are actually built for an entirely different stride-type than I have- which was leading to some pretty annoying tendonitis in my ankle, as well as making my toes numb. Needless to say, that isnt really conducive to running distance, so today I bought new shoes. And they are awesome. I cant wait to go running.
The goal by the end of December is to have completed 3 10-mile runs so that I'm going into the new year with some distance under my belt. By February I hope to have done a few half-marathon distances, and then continue to build from there. Trying to tackle the unpleasant idea of actually starting to use sports drinks... because while necessary for performance, they taste like shit- I will do some experiments and see if I cant find one that isnt too terrible. Wish me luck.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
The Best Day
Today was... rough, to say the least. It didn't start off that way. Started my morning off with a run (treadmill, unfortunately, due to the 8 degree weather and icy sidewalks), and it was one of those days where my legs just didnt want to go. Somehow I was able to motivate myself to keep going for five more minutes, five more minutes, until I had run the 6.5 miles I set out to run in the morning. I can say, though, that this one didn't come easily; in fact, the number of times I thought about quitting were numerous. I think starting after the first fifteen minutes, I was watching the clock count down in seemingly infinite minutes.
On top of that, I've developed the worst of all runners injuries. A blister. Damnit, and it hurts like hell. Time for new shoes, I think.
So after the run, I went off to work, babying my left foot the whole way, only to find out that the lunch line cook had called off, with no replacement. It's been over a month since I did my line training, but I stepped up and worked an entire lunch by myself on the line (thats five cooking stations at once), and did a commendable job I may add. Needless to say, by 4pm my legs felt like jell-o, and I was ready to eat my own hand if I didnt get food soon. My shift was scheduled 11-9, so I still had a ways to go.
Just got home from work, and I'm ready to pass out, but I can say that even though I feel exhausted, I wouldnt have it any other way. My day was full, and I accomplished a few things I didnt think I could.
I will leave with a list of my personal favorite songs to run to, if you've got these in your collection, check them out.
1. The Best Day- Atmosphere
2. Devil's Dance Floor- Flogging Molly
3. Freefallin'- Atmosphere
4. The Fairytale of New York (and seasonal!)- No Use For A Name
5. Walk Like A Zombie- Horrorpops
6. Map of the World- Monsters of Folk
7. Every Great Western- The A.K.A.s
8. Kick Drum Heart- The Avett Brothers
9. Highroyds- Kaiser Chiefs
10. Yankee in a Chip Shop- The Matches
11. Uprising- Muse
12. Help, I'm Alive- Metric
That will do, for now.
On top of that, I've developed the worst of all runners injuries. A blister. Damnit, and it hurts like hell. Time for new shoes, I think.
So after the run, I went off to work, babying my left foot the whole way, only to find out that the lunch line cook had called off, with no replacement. It's been over a month since I did my line training, but I stepped up and worked an entire lunch by myself on the line (thats five cooking stations at once), and did a commendable job I may add. Needless to say, by 4pm my legs felt like jell-o, and I was ready to eat my own hand if I didnt get food soon. My shift was scheduled 11-9, so I still had a ways to go.
Just got home from work, and I'm ready to pass out, but I can say that even though I feel exhausted, I wouldnt have it any other way. My day was full, and I accomplished a few things I didnt think I could.
I will leave with a list of my personal favorite songs to run to, if you've got these in your collection, check them out.
1. The Best Day- Atmosphere
2. Devil's Dance Floor- Flogging Molly
3. Freefallin'- Atmosphere
4. The Fairytale of New York (and seasonal!)- No Use For A Name
5. Walk Like A Zombie- Horrorpops
6. Map of the World- Monsters of Folk
7. Every Great Western- The A.K.A.s
8. Kick Drum Heart- The Avett Brothers
9. Highroyds- Kaiser Chiefs
10. Yankee in a Chip Shop- The Matches
11. Uprising- Muse
12. Help, I'm Alive- Metric
That will do, for now.
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