My playlist for competitive runs — a hodgepodge of guitar and garage rock, funk and rap — now clocks in at over five hours, meaning the music can last a lot longer than me. As much as I love the collection, shufflling the list is what keeps it entertaining. You never know which song will appear next, popping you in the pants for a needed boost.
The Black Keys kicked me off for this morning’s OKC Memorial Marathon, and later I got juice from the Jesus and Mary Chain, Hole, Springsteen, the Gaslight Anthem, the Damned, Beck, Deer Tick, and this, by the Roots, which pushed me through Bricktown. It makes me wish I could keep more gas in the tank.