Nothing motivates me more during my training than an updated music playlist (okay, maybe I lie: doughnuts, bagels and ice cream certainly play a big role in keeping me inspired).
I love listening to my favorite songs on repeat, but every so often, I need a fresh dose of tunes to put the pep back in my step.
Lately my iPod has been stuck in 2009 and 2010 (reliving my college glory days, I guess), so I turned to the basic girl’s best friend/music snob’s worst enemy, the Now That’s What I Call Music! compilation.
What others might call Top 40 trash, I call pure running gold. Listen, I know Pitbull et al are completely derivative, but when my knees are aching and my lungs are ready to burst, I don’t need complex rhymes and sophisticated chord progressions.
I want mind-numbing, head banging, eye rolling treasures like these lyrics:
“Wooooah (timber), wooooah (timber), wooooah (it’s going down)
Wooooah (timber), wooooah (timber), wooooah (it’s going down).”
And yes, when I wander into Trader Joe’s post-run and a friendly intellectual-looking customer asks me “what are you listening to?” I will have to shamefully admit “um, Miley.”
The shame is worth it.