You're three quarters of the way through a 5k race and you're feeling zapped from running at such a fast pace. You're nearly out of breath as you try to keep your mind from thinking about how your body feels. You steal a glace to your left and see the blurry outline of a competitor looking to overtake you. He has no earbuds in, and he's wearing funny glasses. You decide to empty the tank and reach for greatness; you can taste the glory of an impressive finish... you can feel the finish line getting closer, and the sweet sweet oxygen waiting for you. It's there... just another few minutes; and you can do anything for a few minutes, right? So what song do you want playing?!
At a recent 5K race in Calgary, I would have liked Eye of the Tiger or Don't Stop Believing. Truly. I feel like I can endure all matter of agony if I can I hear the virile strains of Steve Perry, or the sure proclamations of certain victory and infinite life from whoever the lead singer of Survivor is. Instead I got "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" by Queen. Now I *love* Queen and can think of a ton of Queen songs that would make excellent running songs, but this is not one of them. It's like listening to Wagner while getting an enema, or carving a turkey while listening to a mash-up of Megadeath and Haircut 100.
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