Highlands Ranch Half Marathon this lovely Labor Day morning. Hurrah for running and Mondays off from work.
So, as I’ve mentioned in prior posts, I moved from Arizona to Highlands Ranch in the seventh grade. What can I say about the old Ranch? It’s urban sprawl, hills and hills of houses, chain restaurants, and supermarkets. Not much for charm.
But if you look a little deeper there’s a few gems hidden here and there. I know where the most amazing french bakery is and where the buffalo roam. Good enough. My folks still live there. Eric and I had a great 100+ year old house in Denver before we found an equally great, but not so old, house in Centennial when the kids were ready for school. Trivia - it is exactly a five mile run from my doorstep to my parents’.
So, flashback to my teen years. Yikes. I’d rather not. Not that they were awful, frankly they were just fine. I’m starting to relive a lot of the old drama now that my son is in the seventh grade. Gads, what a impossibly bizarre time.
I was a shy, clumsy, bespectacled kid. I made it through one year of JV soccer until the day when coach made us run sprint repeats. I didn’t go out for soccer again after that.
I was in the band. Oh, yes. A french horn player. Rocking!!!! I had very good grades, pimples, terrible hair, no sense of style. I, as most kids that age, absolutely believed that everyone was looking at me through a microscope. I was always prepared for being picked on and teased.
|Yep, marching band. Loved it!|
But here are the facts. I was one of those quiet, invisible kids. I didn’t stand out (for better or worse). People, for the most part, were very nice to me. Sure, I got some crap flung at me every now and then but no more than anyone else. No, not everyone wanted to be my friend, but the friends I had were (and still are) wonderful. I came through my youth very much intact. No scars, no counseling ... I just grew up. And as I got older, the zits cleared, I figured out that I actually had great hair, there’s nothing fun in being shy, being smart was EXCELLENT, and glasses can be fabulous when they don’t eat up your whole face. As far as my sense of style ... I’m still hopeless. Malls put me in cold sweats. Thank God for REI, Patagonia, jeans, and t-shirts!
So looking towards this run through my old ‘hood I was trying to figure out how to make it a little more interesting. I was in dire need of fresh tunes and I figured it out. Make a playlist of songs strictly from my Jr/Sr High years - ’86-’92. Nothing I was currently listening to - and I had to limit the actually fantastic music ... I decided to focus on top tens, popular radio tunes, the crap my friends and I would belt out at sleep overs. With some of the good stuff peppered in to keep me from screaming across the bluffs.
Oh, it was a good list. But only a so-so run. I was having a long bike ride on Friday and managed to have a most impressive wipe out slowing to a crosswalk. Just couldn’t get my left clip to release so over I went ... and earned an equally impressive skinned and bashed knee. So I’ll digress on the race ... in a nutshell my first half was perfect but the second half was a wreck. My knee started hurting and I had to do a lot of walking.
I’ve had a few friends ask for the list which was essentially several hours on shuffle.
- Mile One
- I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me) - Aretha Franklin George Michael
- Shiny Happy People - REM ... EXCELLENT running tune! Had to refrain from jumping.
- Wild, Wild West - The Escape Club ... A herd of buffalo were running right next to me at this point - this was super cool!!!
- Mile Two
- La Bamba - Los Lobos ... run to it, it’s fun!
- Wild Thing - Tone-Loc
- Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice ... a total atrocity to David Bowie and Freddie Mercury but I still can babble the whole song without missing a beat.
- Mile Three
- Bad - Michael Jackson
- Walk Like an Egyptian - The Bangles ... surprisingly good song to run to!
- Mile Four
- My Prerogative - Bobby Brown ... I used to think that song was cool. I’ve decided that it sucks.
- Kokomo - The Beach Boys ... another one I used to love. Now I HATE it!!! And remembered that Eric has a thing for Elizabeth Shue. Then I couldn’t get this out of my mind ...
- Cult of Personality - Living Colour ... OH YEAH!!!! How have I neglected to run to this in the past???
- Mile Five
- Veronica - Elvis Costello ... Hell yeah!!!
- Ooh, La, La - Faces ... OK that’s not an 80s tune but “I wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger” just belonged here.
- Mile Six
- (You Gotta) Fight for Your Right - Beastie Boys - always great, but I always run to BB.
- The Humpty Dance - Digital Underground. HATE you Humpty. Stupid song then, stupid song now.
- Like a Prayer - Madonna ... meh.
- Mile Seven
- Tennessee - Arrested Development ... walking now. Not a fan of Tennessee.
- Moneytalks - AC/DC - Definitely making the list.
- The Right Stuff - New Kids On the Block ...yeah, I'll own it. There was a New Kids phase. Jonathan was my kid. Hadn't developed my gaydar yet.
- Mile Eight
- Poison - Bel Biv Devoe ... Meh.
- Rhythm Nation - Janet Jackson ... oh, I like this, didn’t expect that!
- What You Need - INXS ... where was INXS from??? Not US. Not UK. Australia? Yes, I decided it was Australia. That took up three whole minutes.
- Mile Nine
- The Time of My Life - Warner/Medley ... OK, OK. I still like Dirty Dancing. So sue me.
- Once - Pearl Jam ... always run to Pearl Jam. Always.
- Talk Dirty to Me - Poison ... Rawr!
- Mile Ten ... knee getting worse, walking more
- We Didn’t Start the Fire - Billy Joel ... damn, I can still recite that whole song word for word. How many years since I've heard it? But now I know what ‘The Bridge Over the River Kwai’ and thalidomide are!
- Jump Around - House of Pain ... pain indeed. I would have enjoyed that song more if it wasn't ironic.
- Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-A-Lot ... had to run, how could I not?
- Mile Eleven ... all uphill and feeling like my knee was going to split in two. Walked the whole mile.
- Kiss - Prince ... need to run to more Prince. Prince rocks. Why don’t I own any Prince?
- Stand - REM ... drat, wish I could be running to this one.
- Don’t Come Around Here No More - Tom Petty ... rounding up to the next mile, time to get moving.
- Mile Twelve ... alright, one more to go. Just run through, it’ll be over soon.
- Desire - U2 - YEAH!!
- Bitchin’ Camaro - Dead Milkmen ... OK, that was 84. My bad.
- Oh, no ... no, no, no. I will not be finishing to this one. This is not happening. I should just sit down until it’s over. OK, OK. Suck it up and own it ....
- Good Vibrations - Marky Mark
|Me and one of my dearest old friends, Peg. And, yeah, Mark Whalberg.|