Build a Playlist to Conquer Every Workout
Use your tunes to optimize recovery, strengthen your patience and — of course — run faster than ever. On the same subject : Westworld composer Ramin Djawadi on the exciting musical twists promised by season 4.
A perfect running playlist delivers you into that fleeting flow state where peak performance feels effortless. But there is no one-size-fits-all mix that will bring everyone there during every race. Just as every training has its purpose — speed, patience, recovery — your playlists should be created to achieve those goals while responding to whatever mood and music you find motivating. Here’s how to design your own custom playlists.
Consider Beats per Minute, but Don’t Be Constrained by It
Running to high-BPM music – more than 130 beats per minute, according to a 2019 study by the Memorial University of Newfoundland in Canada – has been shown to improve endurance, offer faster recovery after running and help maintain a steady pace. But that doesn’t mean you have to be obsessed with tracking songs with the same speed, says Peloton Tread teacher Marcel Dinkins. “Your playlist would be extremely boring if every song was at the same BPM,” he says. Unless it’s for a very short run or an intense explosion, Dinkins advises varying song speed through a playlist. For cruising, try songs at 120–140 BPM, such as “I Gotta Feeling,” by the Black Eyed Peas. Speed work requires 150-160, like “Hey Ya!” of Outkast. Check out the beat of your favorite songs at SongBPM.com.
Dial Into Your Fastest Emotions
Move the feelings that give you an advantage. Does a little anger make you run faster? Hit that, says Stephen Gonzalez, PhD, assistant director of athletics for leadership and mental activity at Dartmouth College in New Hampshire, and executive board member of the Association for Applied Sports Psychology. But pay attention to the length of your run and the limits of your endurance before you amplify yourself too much: Gonzalez shows professional fighters who go out to exalt music, enter the ring and swing so hard that they are exhausted by a circle. du. “[Music can] elevate emotions to the point where it affects [an athlete’s] physical ability,” he says. Build calmer breaks if you tend to push yourself too hard.
Follow the Lyrics
A 2015 study by the University of Tehran in Iran found that people who listened to music with lyrics running on a treadmill had a lower rate of perceived exhaustion than those without music. Gonzalez likes to take that idea a step further: When he ran a track at the University of Pittsburgh, he played Van Halen’s “Right Now” at intervals because the lyrics had a message that matched what he was doing physically. On the same subject : New music publications for July 2022. “[The song tells you] now I’m going to go for this and do this,” he says. There are many ways to match a song’s message to your endeavor, from keeping track of relevant lyrics (Jay-Z’s “Run This Town” or Jill Scott’s “Run Run Run”) to tunes that encourage you to persist (“Don’t Stop”). of Journey). Believin ‘”,” Livin’ on a Prayer “by Bon Jovi, or” We Will Rock You “by Queen).
Source Soundtracks
Movie and TV music is designed to connect with your emotions and can make you feel as if you are in your own sports montage. One of the greatest examples: “Gonna Fly Now” by Bill Conti, the theme of Rocky. Just try to listen to it without wanting to rush up the nearest steps. Lanoa Curry, a group fitness instructor and running coach at Mile High Run Club in New York City, says these songs work by evoking images that instantly enhance your vitality. See the article : In Kashmir, “conscious music” tests India’s limits on speech. She sources songs from action movies or TV shows like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. “In class I use Buffy’s theme for the final sprint,” she says. “I have to be Buffy in my head and run through the opening credits [action sequence].”
Always Make It Fun
While runners often focus on acting, Gonzalez says combining music with your running is also about enjoying the miles, especially for easy runs. The right songs can allow you to park your brain and disassociate from the running task. So when you take care of your list, add the songs that make you get up and dance, no matter where you are (like “Happy” by Pharrell Williams or “Call Me Maybe,” by Carly Rae Jepsen). You can get a similar effect by zoning to a podcast, Gonzalez says. But you’ll have better success with lighter, unwritten shows like How Did This Get Made? against more demanding listening like Malcolm Gladwell’s Revisionist History.
Test-Run Your Playlist
There’s no better way to know what works (and what doesn’t) than by road-testing your series of songs. Ask yourself: Are there any songs you’ve added that have prompted you to change your rhythm? Have you slowed down? Hastened you? Were there songs that improved your mood or totally killed your mood? Make those mental notes and then you can review the playlist for the next time. —Rozalynn S. Frazier
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The Grand Piano Man of Big Sur Saved Me
Photo by Alheli Curry / Courtesy of Big Sur Marathon
At the Big Sur Marathon of California, Michael Martinez revives flamboyant runners in a tuxedo and tails.
It was the year I ran six marathons. I came out of a rough break, not so much running away from my problems as running through them. Halfway through my second race, the Great Sur Marathon, I sank at the top of Hurricane Point – far too exhausted to appreciate the smell of salt and chaparral, the sight of street clouds sliding down to the Pacific. We often talk about mile 20, where almost all the legs start to go sideways, but the hardest mile in Big Sur is probably number 12, Hurricane Point, the peak of a 500-plus-foot climb. That mile was one of my hardest in that rough year, and when I reached the top, I didn’t know if I could continue.
Then I heard it: the ethereal notes of a piano from somewhere on. I didn’t recognize the song, but I knew then that I could and would finish the race. My stride lengthened, and I stepped down to the iconic Bixby Bridge (you saw it on Big Little Lies), where a tuxedo was sitting at the seat of a concert piano. That man was Michael Martinez, a native of the Monterey Peninsula, who had been playing piano during the race since 2005.
Most marathons have live music, and many include performances beyond the usual cover groups. A crew of Japanese Taiko drummers play mile 20 of the New York City Marathon each year, while the quaint Portland Marathon in Oregon featured a ragtime pitcher band near mile 10. Events in the Rock n ’Roll Running Series that all take place. around the world, there are both music festivals and races, featuring concert bands and DJs. But there’s nothing like jumping down into Big Sur’s magical landscape and meeting a concert pianist.
It’s about feeling the race. I play what’s going on around me.
Martinez is known as the Great On Grand Piano Man (yes, it’s his official title). He says runners often stop at the bridge to take pictures, and one year someone even sat down next to him and played a few beats. “It can be a very effective experience for the people who stop and stay for a while,” he says.
Martinez was just 15 years old when he first put on the tuxedo to perform at the Big Sur Marathon, after being tapped by the original Big Sur Grand Piano Man, Jonathon Lee, who performed on the course for 17 years. At the time, Martinez was a bit of a wonder kid. His father surprised him with an electric piano at the age of 11, and by 13, he already had a concert in an Italian restaurant. He knew only 10 songs, but was supposed to play twice a week for two hours, including taking requests. He learned a lot of material by ear very quickly.
When Lee, who suffered from complications of type 1 diabetes, passed away in 2004, Martinez took over as the marathon’s regular pianist. He realized he had to learn a number of running songs, including “Chariots of Fire,” which he now plays a few times each race, timing it so most runners can hear the 1981 movie theme at least once on Hurricane’s mile-long stretch Point. to the bridge. Otherwise, he tries to put together a list that is relaxed enough to relax runners at the midpoint of an intense course, but still optimistic. “For me it’s about feeling the race,” he says. “I play with what’s going on around me.”
Like the passing runners, Martinez must prepare and pacing himself for the three-hour presentation, starting right when the pros are flying and not stopping until the last latecomers pass. Before arriving, he eats six pancakes. Then he warms up slowly, working through standards and originals, not really hitting his stride until after about an hour. He drinks water between songs, but otherwise there are no breaks, not even for the bathroom.
“Once I’m in the zone, I really don’t tend to move much or need a lot,” he says. “But then I really feel it. Sunburn. Fatigue. It just really hits me fast. I’m like, God, I really need to lie down. “—Keith Plocek
6 Songs to Reignite Your Run
Tired legs? Broken spirit? Play these emergency songs chosen by former MTV VJ Dave Holmes.
Over time, the songs absorb pieces of my life, making year-round memories accessible at any time. It happens to the most experienced and unnaturally enthusiastic runners: From time to time you just run out of gas. Your chest is burning, your motivation is flickering, it’s a short drive home right there, you want to sit like a normal person. To overcome that hump, I keep an emergency playlist full of songs guaranteed to put the wind back in my sails. Next time you need motivation, deploy one of these.
A classic of Stevie’s untouchable streak in the 1970s. This one starts nicely and smoothly, and then builds, and then builds a little more, and then you hit the pavement harder and happier than ever. Warning: It’s seven minutes, so step up.
“Construction Summer,” The Hold Steady
Any track of the Hold Steady brings joy and driving rhythm. You could go with “Massive Nights” or “Stuck Between Stations” and do just as well. But this song is about hope, about planning a better future, or at least about really enjoying the beer you’ll have when you’re done.
Robyn’s catalog has the same rejuvenating power as Hold Steady’s: There’s no song in it that won’t motivate you. But this — the best song of the century to date, and it’s not close — is steeped in her signature emotion of “heartache on a dance floor,” a close cousin of “discomfort during a trail run”.
When this happens at a wedding, you dance. You can’t help it; it was made in a laboratory for that same purpose. It will also put a spring back into your gait, and as a bonus, it will remind you to loosen those hips. If you’ve ever seen me sweat dancing at a stop light, this song is why. Please remove the footage.
Slightly left-field pick, and one that should be kept for extreme running emergencies. This is a cover of Chaka Khan from Badu’s 1997 Live album, and it works in two ways: Its first minutes are smooth funk to relieve pain, then it escalates into a vocal crescendo that hits like a shot of caffeine to the heart . You will sing together. Note: It’s best to do this in isolated places because you won’t sound like her.
Pure catharsis. A great, vulnerable, painfully honest song about men and mental health that will fill you with the just anger you sometimes need to accomplish a long run. Whether you’re on mile two or 20, you’ll sprint to the end.
There Is a Perfect Mile-Long Song and I’ve Been Chasing it for 15 Years
LCD Soundsystem’s “All My Friends” arrived in May 2007, when I graduated high school. I heard the single, from the band’s Sound of Silver album, that summer working as a YMCA camp counselor with a cooler college student staff. Immediately, I fell in love with the tireless piano reef and slow building momentum. The length – seven minutes and 37 seconds – made it an ideal running song, one that easily adapts to my three- or four-mile morning jogs. At 18, I was able to run a seven-minute mile without much difficulty, and would routinely cover more than a mile by the time the final cymbal crashes stopped the song.
In the mid-20s, when I first started seriously training for marathons, I slowed down. Injuries and general life responsibilities extended my average mile to eight minutes. However, “All My Friends” remained on my running playlists, a challenge to get back to my unloaded teenage pace. Minute twenty in, singer James Murphy shouted, “That’s how it starts,” but by then I was already picking up my pace, trying to keep up with my earlier self.
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Now, at 32, with a few prolonged ankle problems, my average pace fluctuates between eight-and-a-half and nine minutes. It became discouraging to hear the soft piano of an LCD kick and adhere to the old routine. But when I hear those first notes, no matter if I’m on mile one or 10, I try to match my mile rhythm to the length of the song. It is an isolated race against time, a test that has remained constant for almost half of my life.
Not only the length of “All My Friends” makes it a perfect mile. Its style and substance set up an introspective effort. The lyrics follow a narrator through the years and social losses of aging: “You spent the first five years trying to get on with the plan. And the next five years trying to be with your friends again,” Murphy sings, his voice full of boredom.
During those summers in my late teens, when I spent evenings running away from campers in Counselor Hunt and Catch the Flag games, “All My Friends” was a reminder that the days were endless with possibility. Now that I’m listening, I identify with the world-tired guy in the back of the song. I have moved across the country several times, changed professions and lost touch with countless friends. I can barely keep track of others scattered across the globe. At the crescendo, when James Murphy repeatedly asks, “Where are your friends tonight?” I marvel at them as my chest burns and my legs sway.
Over the years, as my running routes changed according to the places I called home — Ann Arbor, Chicago, Tallahassee, Tacoma— “All My Friends” offered continuity in my running practice while everything else was in flux. Every time it starts, I smile at the challenge. In the end, I am exhausted. It reminds me that you don’t have to succeed at impossible tasks, like keeping pace for 15 years, or staying in touch with every friend, or living a happily full life. But it’s good to try. “Aram Mrjoian.”
How Music—and a Long-Distance Relationship—Made Me a Runner
K and I met a Christmas party in India where a famous DJ was playing. I won’t name names, but none of us were impressed by the headache EDM beating out of the booth. “I can come up with a better playlist than that,” K said as we sipped vodka sodas with extra lime (called “nimbu” in Hindi). “All right, DJ Nimbu,” I said. “Send me some songs.”
We went on our first date a few weeks later, but we were quickly separated from the realities of our lives: He lived in London, and I had to go back to New York. Across the ocean, we communicated through text and music. He kept his promise. Almost every day, he sent me a new song: Led Zeppelin, or the independent music group The 1975, or Niall Horan — One Direction’s George Harrison. K was a runner, and many of the songs he sent came from his running playlists.
I wasn’t a runner, and when the pandemic started a few months into our song correspondence, I fell into a funk that I had a hard time shaking off. First: all the cardio, cycling, and Pilates classes I used to clear my head were gone. Second: K and I haven’t even established what we were yet. With the two of us separated on different continents, it didn’t seem like there would be many opportunities to find out.
K meanwhile ran almost every day. He would put on a playlist and just go, his body and music and mind as one. His dedication was impressive — aspiring, even — and losing interest in my Zoom training classes, I followed his guidance. I put on one of his favorites, “I & amp; You Together Song “, from The 1975, and puffed up in a park. I could barely make it around one loop until my legs felt like they were giving way. was missing, but I was hooked: The idea that I might get better gave me something to work on at a time when it felt like the whole world had.
That’s when our song exchange became something new. The songs themselves did not change, but their purpose was: They became a daily ritual to feed our combined goals. We had checks where it felt like K was not only sharing his day, but also his accomplishments, feelings and passions with me. “That was so hard, it was almost ineffective!” he was talking about a super-fast song that he couldn’t keep up with, and I imagined he was trying to run to it. He would send me stupid songs, love songs, club songs, country songs, and now that I was running too, I started sending back a few. “My whole playlist is now full of your music,” he texted me one day. “This is a problem.”
I felt like I was a part of his days, instead of just hearing about them. That makes sense: Music has such strong effects on human connection that some scientists consider it an alternative communication system to language. A 2019 study in the Journal of Social and Personal Relationships showed that couples who had “pair-defining songs,” had more intimate relationships.
“My whole playlist is now full of your music,” he texted me one day. “This is a problem.”
Unfortunately, K and I didn’t make it in a long time. We managed to get together again in October 2020 and had a pleasant time, but by 2021, our moment had passed. However, I would not change anything. While I now return to my Spin and Bootcamp Classes with my friends, I still run every week. The classes take me out of my thoughts, but the races give me space to work on everything that is happening to me at that moment. There’s some time I’ve fallen in love where I work to run a little faster, a little longer. I now see why K used to channel his feelings into his careers — because now I do too. And sometimes I even listen to One Direction. “Nikita Mahtani.”
Give the Starting-Line Bands a Medal
They strain their musical chops while we just strain.
They give us their love, and we run away from them. They long to distract us, yet our attention is elsewhere. They sing, but they are unsung. They’re the groups that play marathons, triathlons and 5K fun races, and I say it’s time to give them the applause they deserve.
The role of “starting line entertainer” is ungrateful. There is tension in the air, a collective fear of the unknown, perhaps even more so than at the prom, this group has just played. The joy that concert music encourages in public is stifled by intrusive thoughts like “I didn’t mobilize my buttocks,” or “my guts feel funny” or “banana”. We are, in the time before the gun, not the best audience.
I’m an avid consumer of music, but even for me the bands that play at races become a white noise. I didn’t even realize I hadn’t listened until I did the Los Angeles Marathon a few years ago. I showed up hours before the start, to maximize the time I spent caring and cooling. And as I stretched out and paced, they were: a perfectly good cover band, playing the Dodger Stadium parking lot as if they were playing the inside of Dodger Stadium.
I paused, and I’m glad I did. If this was a rough gig for them, I couldn’t tell. Whether 4:30 is the beginning of their day or the end of a long night was unclear. None of those things mattered. They played those Van Halen and Bon Jovi covers with all their heart, for a crowd that was mostly too nervous to pause and appreciate it.
This, my friends, is the spirit of rock.
If you’ve ever tried to do something, write a poem, sing a song, you know how hard it is to finish. What if people don’t like it, we wonder. What if they don’t care? Our ego is afraid of the warm reaction of the public, and too often we give up. We let our dreams fall apart due to expected indifference. It’s hard to push through, and even harder to face the inevitable irresponsible crowd. The starting line band? They do this, and it’s heroic. Anyone can play for a stadium full of fans, but only the strong can experience a crowd making high knees beyond them in compression underpants.
Don’t take the starting line band for granted. They not only play “What I Like About You” at least twice before the sun rises, they remind you to keep going, keep the pace even though no one will notice if you give up. Give that band your full attention for a moment. Dance if you have it in you. Give them a banana if you don’t carry money.
I will never forget that band at the L.A. Marathon because I taught myself about tenacity and the sheer joy of rock and roll. I don’t remember their name, though. I was distracted. “Dave Holmes.”
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