As I reflect on my second-ever experience with yoga last night, I have come to two conclusions: On the one hand yoga makes me feel better than running ever will. But in the yoga studio, I can’t get down with those soothing whale noises.
I hate to admit it, but as I’ve grown older I’ve found less time to devote to listening to music. Until I started running last year. And as Mr. and Mrs. Feedback—yes, we’re one of those lame duos in spandex—zero in on the April 17 marathon date, music is becoming more important to help us as the proverbial "wall" approaches. Here’s a list of songs that were made in Charlottesville to listen to while running through Charlottesville. (Apologies to the people who made these songs, who would probably be mortified to learn that somebody is exercising to their music!)
What better way to start off a run than with the least rocking song by a band that really rocks?
Death Bellows 45 – The Invisib…
Just as my heart reaches 90bpm and I’m not yet warmed up, I begin to wish I was anywhere but where I am. At that moment, I like to listen to Sarah White’s "California."
California – Sarah White & The…
Just as my heart rate starts to regulate, it’s time to listen to a song that reminds me that I am but two states—mind and body—that are one in the same, but often feel as if they’re pitted against one another. As is described in a song Steve Malkmus may have wrote about Northern and Southern California while he may have been living in Charlottesville.
Now that I’m three songs and probably as many miles deep, it’s time to listen to a song that sounds like "Refugee" by Tom Petty—because what am I running from, anyway?—but accurately reflects the feeling of sweat pouring off my brow. "The Rain" by Sons of Bill it is.
The Rain – Sons of BillTThe Rain – Sons of Bill
When I see in the distance the cockroach-infested hovel I call home, I’ve usually got a good endorphin buzz going. That’s when it’s time to honor the state I aspire to, i.e., perfection, by listening to Tim Be Told’s glorious and gospel-tinged "Perfect."
I’ll spare you the details about what I blast while in the shower. (Hint: he’s heaviest of the Three Tenors.)
