I remember my first visit to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (which for some weird reason nobody quite understands is located in Cleveland) and I saw a t-shirt that said, “If it’s too loud, you’re too old.” That t-shirt is what comes to mind whenever somebody complains about music. Like when my parents called my beloved Pearl Jam and the whole grunge thing garbage, but which they said was totally different from when my grandparents said the same thing about the Beatles and Led Zeppelin and Woodstock. But I digress, as these days most of the local complaining I hear comes from folks whining about the use of headphones while running.
I love music, and I listen to it the majority of the time I’m out running. Covering huge distances on limited talent and skill, I often need something to take my mind off the pain and suffering. Sometimes I find myself on very popular trails, and I’ll be so zoned out I’ll forget there are actually other human beings in the world, and I’ll get in their way. This leads to snide little glances and comments from the non-headphone crowd, as if to say I’m a horrible person since someone’s descent from the top of the W’s will now be a whole two seconds slower. I don’t own the trail, so I don’t expect everyone else out there to abide by my personal preferences. Sometimes that might be too much to ask in return, I guess.
Anyhow, the Garden is in the rearviewmirror, and the summer racing season is really heating up now. We have some locals running the Western States 100 this weekend, good luck to Wes Thurman and Chris Rozmarin. Also have a bunch of guys from Team CRUD headed down to the San Juan Mountains for the Lake City 50. Lake City will be my last big training run of the season, soon I’ll have to drop the training excuse and actually put up with some misery during races. Thankfully, I’ll have my music to take some of that suffering away.