The Real Runner’s High
Well I did it folks. I went for my first ever jog in Central Park. Now, anyone that knows me knows that white boy can’t jump, and he definitely can’t run either. I kept saying to myself that I was going to get my ass in gear, and I think there was a little leftover liquid courage in my system this morning when I woke up.
Like everything else in this world, I measure my running with music, and today I made it through seven songs. Believe it or not that exceeded my expectations. Just as the cramps started taking over and my heart started beating louder than my headphones, this song came on:
Jerome Isma-Ae – Speed (Original Mix)
It was fucking amazing. I found myself forgetting about the impending heart attack and pushed through for another 8 minutes. So while I don’t know how many songs I’ll make it through next time, you better believe I’m going to throw on Speed by German producer Jerome Isma-Ae.
Don’t be a bum, load up the ipod and get out there. Ladies, that means you too. Just because it’s winter time doesn’t mean you should cover up extra layers with extra layers. Work it sisters, you’ve got to burn it to earn it.