Music Selection

I know I criticized people for always listening to their ipods in this post, but the thought of running without music is an unappealing one for me. The only times I am not listening to music is when I go on trail runs, or bike. It’s simply too dangerous to listen to music while riding, and I find with all the changes in scenery on the rides, and the constant changes in elevation on trail runs, that I do not need to be listening to music. Whilst running along the road, however, I tend to get bored quickly and music helps keep me going.

What do I listen to? Everything. I grew up with music, singing or either playing some sort of instrument, and it’s something I really enjoy. Nothing like going to see a live band for sure. The European in me listens to crappy techno/dance songs (okay I admit it!), which have the perfect beat for fast runs (and perfect for people who cannot dance to dance to). I also have lots of accoustic guitar–stemming back from my guitar-playing days with Francois Marie Austin Scarlet II. Yes, I named my guitars. I’m crazy, remember?

I started my first marathon, and conincidentally finished the marathon, listening to Robert Miles’ “Children.”

MDI’s was to Cary Brothers “Ride.”

Boston‘s was Mika

I know, its weird that I remember where I was when listening to music. I guess it is just one of my many talents: telling you my location with songs I’ve listened to.

The song below is great for keeping your tempo up, and might be one of my favorite songs period. JB is brilliant–watch the video and you will not disagree, believe me.

If you are running up a long hill, Fort Minor has a good lyrics to keep you going. I’ve spent many uphills listening to it. I think it’s the only rap song I have (I’m not a huge rap/R&B fan).

I recently went for a run listening to Rusted Root’s “Send Me On My Way,” trying to decipher the lyrics. The run went by quickly, but after listening to the song about fifteen times, I could not listen to it again.

And I leave you to Keep on Running.


I’ve always wanted to ride from Rhinebeck to New Paltz, and I woke up to find blue, cloudless sky and thought my day off would be the perfect day for the ride.

It was a gorgeous, almost-autumn day– warm, and a little windy at times, but a bearable windy. I decided that I’d give myself an hour and a half to get to New Paltz, where I would meet up with my friend. That would give me plenty of time to get there.

I had looked at a map before my ride to make sure I knew where I was going. One would think, after living in New Paltz for a year, and my constant back-and-forths to Rhinebeck, I would know where I am going. And, I did. But this was different, as I would not be driving a car nor going on the highway.My plan was to go through East Kingston down to Rondout, over through Rifton, and eventually make my way to Rt 32, to bring me into New Paltz.

Looking back at Rondout

I found out the hard way that East Kingston has many “dead end” streets. But made it to Rondout. Making my way down Abeel street I could not help but notice an old New York Floating Hospital. This hospital, as I found out later, still serves the homeless population down in New York City.

The floating hospital

The ride was going well, not too difficult, and the weather was perfect. I passed through Rifton, and decided to take a short cut to New Paltz, which would be quicker than going all the way to Rt 32. I knew I would have to go uphill, but that did not bother me, as I’d stay on the ridge, and my apartment in New Paltz is somewhat on a hill.

The first mile of the incline was not bothersome. But, after six miles of going uphill, my thighs were burning, my lungs felt like they were on fire, and my breathing was labored times three. I kept thinking, “what goes up must come down.” Eventually, the incline turned into a sharp downhill which intersected with North Ohioville. I would be a little late, but was almost there.

As I was approaching the intersection, about to stop and concentrated on unclipping my left foot to keep my right foot clipped in, I noticed a firehouse on my right. And that’s when it dawned on me– there is no firehouse on North Ohioville. I stopped and looked straight ahead to a sign: “Rt 9W.” Ohh crap (maybe what I really thought is not appropriate to write). If you are familiar with the area, you know that 9W parallels the Hudson River…And is not close to New Paltz at all.

My route

My shortcut was no shortcut. In fact, it brought me further away from where I wanted to get to. So, I was a little annoyed, and going to be a little late. I never realized heading south on 9W, that it is rather a hilly road. My legs were mad at me, and I had run out of water. But, I had to get to New Paltz.

Finally, my 15 mile “shortcut” brought me to where I wanted to be. From now on, I’ll be steering clear of shortcuts of any kind.

When was the last crazy post written?

September 2010

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