Every other Wednesday I develop a terrible habit. In its simplest form it can be described as clock watching.
I can’t help it, I have to watch almost every second pass, make sure I didn’t miss any. It’s ridiculous.
It’s also not what you think. Unless of course you too have “tempo” runs every other Wednesday.
Let me explain. In my running schedule Wednesdays are on a rotating schedule. This week it’s “tempo,” next week it will be (insert # here) repetitions of 400 meter pace running. Sounds exciting, I know.
Anyways, a tempo run is pretty much what it sounds like. You vary your pace for given time intervals during the run. Today I chose to divide my 40 minute tempo run into 15-10-15.
In theory this would mean I’d go my standard pace for the first and last 15 minutes of the run, and push myself during the middle ten.
In reality I have one speed and it’s forward. Yes, I can push myself to go faster, but my control of my pace cannot be controlled.
Therefore, I become a clock watcher. You know those runners who look down at their wrist as you pass them.
That’s me, just praying that somehow ten minutes have passed in the last ten feet (I have my slow days).
This right here is the answer to that question that I’ve been asked many times, “Why don’t you wear a watch when you run?” It’s for the health of my neck.
Coincidentally, that’s also one of the reasons why I don’t run with an Ipod…but that’s another story for another day and another blog.
a couple of lessons in rhythm…and the lack thereof
I’ve had an “old soul” day. Which for me means I got up early to run, enjoyed a cup of coffee and then spent the rest of my day listening to some Gene Kelly, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, you know Rat Pack era stuff (I blame the Michael Buble performances on SNL).
And now it’s time for the Grammy’s, quite a contrast. As I prepare myself for some Gaga (and others, but let’s face it, everyone’s watching for Gaga) I can’t help but reflect on my own musical history.
When I refer to my musical history I mean my own musical tastes.
Just watched the first 20 minutes of the Grammy’s and this blog is about to take a turn. Hold on everyone.
After opening along with Elton John, I have to say that I may have to further my admission on the talent possessed by Lady Gaga. I was in awe of that opening number.
Then just to top it off, I have to say that the performance from “American Idiot” (if you missed it check out Zer’s blog) with both the cast and Green Day made me very happy about the direction the music and entertainment industries are headed right now.
There’s definitely a lot more crossover now than I can recall in recent history. Actors are singing, singers are acting…and most importantly, they’re doing it well and more often.
I know I may be stretching but I feel like we may be headed towards a rebirth of what I call the golden age of music and movies. A time I attribute to right around when the Grammys began.
Back in 1958 (first Grammys) the nominees for album of the year were:
The Music From Peter Gunn (Henry Mancini) winner
Tchaikovsky: Concerto No. 1, In B-Flat Minor, Op. 23 (Van Cliburn)
Ella Fitzgerald Sings The Irving Berlin Song Book (Ella Fitzgerald)
Come Fly With Me (Frank Sinatra)
Only The Lonely (Frank Sinatra)
Quite the span in genres (with the possible exception of Sinatra and Fitzgerald)
Here are this year’s nominees for the same award:
I Am… Sasha Fierce performed by Beyonce
Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux King (Dave Matthews Band)
The E.N.D. (Black Eyed Peas)
The Fame (Lady Gaga)
Fearless (Taylor Swift)
We have country, pop, alternative, R&B, and some of that is all from one artist…as a music fan it’s awesome to see and I can’t wait to see what happens to next.