I let my coworker pick this week’s tune, partially because I couldn’t find out the name of my original choice in time, and partially because I was honestly stumped. So, she threw it back to my Freshman Year of high school.
Sean Paul – Temperature
Why: It’s a dance floor classic, and its upbeat nature should get you pumped and ready for more.
Best Lyric: “Wanna be the Papa, you can be the Mom…oh, oh!”
When to Sprint: The whole damn song! The tempo is pretty consistent throughout.
I’ve found that I really don’t listen to music much while running. Half the time it is because my phone is too far gone to do so, but the other half is because I just don’t need it anymore.
That doesn’t mean that I will stop posting weekly tunes though.
This week’s tune was played in my Zumba class, and it’s pretty fun and funky.
Rafaga – Para Que Baile Mi Gente
Why: This song has an unpredictable beat…at times it sounds “house-y”, other times it sounds like more traditional spanish music. You will be kept guessing.
Best Lyric: “Quiero que canten conmigo, golpeando las palmas, hechar al olvido”
*Translation: “I want you to sing with me, holding your palms together, forgetting everything”
When to Sprint: 1:46
Genre: cum·bi·a (ˈkəmbēə/ noun: a kind of dance music of Colombian origin, similar to salsa.)
Go forth and Dance-Run! (Don’t act like you’ve never done that!)
By the way, I totally almost got raped last night. Of course when I run down the only unlit block, something shuffles in the bushes and nearly gives me a heart attack. This night running is going to be a challenge.
This week’s tune is inspired by my boyfriend. This song really gets his “running boner” on, for lack of better wording (or seemingly amazing wording, the choice is yours). Continue reading
This week’s tune took me a bit of time to pick. There were a lot of contenders, but of course, only one winner!
I failed yesterday. I skipped the gym, and opted for this instead:
I felt absolutely guilty spending two hours or more at the gym after he called me about his football success…so I ditched the gym and took him for fro-yo. I don’t feel an ounce of remorse… Continue reading