This Week’s Running Playlist

December 11th, 2007  |  Published in etc

  • In the Street — Big Star

  • Reena — Sonic Youth

  • Staying Alive — Wyclef Jean

  • Baba O’Riley — The Who

  • Frente! – Open Up Your Heart And Let The Sun Shine In (From The Flintstones)

  • Dry the Rain — The Beta Band

  • Chinatown — Luna

  • Groovy Times — The Clash

  • Temptation Inside Your Heart — The Velvet Underground

I’ve been meaning to post these for no good reason. This one’s noteworthy because it’s a little faster than the one I’d been using for months.

I got a pretty bad cold a few weeks ago and it knocked me out of a routine that was already wavering. I’d dropped from 3.5 mile days down to 3 miles, then the cold benched me for the better part of two weeks, so I knocked myself down to two miles last week and brought myself up to 2.5 miles to start this week.

Very frustrating, because I was ending my 3.5 mile runs with a sense of relaxed completion, and I really had my eye on the 4 mile mark as a spot where I could settle in and mount an assault on standing personal bests. I could do a 28 minute four-miler at Ft. Bragg, which was well below the 36 minute airborne standard and relatively fast for my unit (which had only a very few good runners and only one experienced cross country runner).

After six months of punctuated Couch-to-5k, I was pulling my 3.5 milers at about a ten minute pace.

So the playlist this week is a little faster than the previous one, because I figure if I’m going to habituate myself to a pace, it should be marginally faster than the 75bpm I was sticking to before. As I nudge up distance increments, I’ll probably play with the tempo of the playlist, too.

Speaking of Ft. Bragg … I overlooked an anniversary last Monday. On December 3, 1997, I packed up all my crap in a U-Haul and left Ft. Bragg with discharge papers in hand and no clue what I was going to do with myself or if I’d even done the right thing. I wasn’t the best soldier ever, but I did o.k. for myself.

At the same time, as I got short … maybe six months to go … I began to start warming up again, and thinking that even if I could imagine good ends in the army, I didn’t care for any of the bad ends I could also imagine. An officer I respected said he’d support me if I decided to apply for officer candidate school, and my CO went along with that (though I read her support as perhaps more polite than enthusiastic).

Either way, once I was eligible to start ACAP, it became more and more clear to me that it was time to move on. I had to get one more jump in to stay on jump status until my separation date. I got smacked in the face with a static line and baubled my exit, losing my helmet and coming down in a small bare patch among some trees right on the edge of the drop zone. I decided to call it an omen. Less than six months later I was standing outside the barracks and locking up the U-Haul. My roommate gave me a carton of Marlboros as a going away present. I smoked and drank YooHoo from Ft. Bragg to Charlottesville.

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