Running on empty

I'm not one for self aggrandizement, but Diana suggested i post about this, so here it is. I ran a half-marathon 10 days ago, which was quite fun. It was, by 5 miles, the longest distance i'd ever run, and i somehow managed to hit my target time to the exact second: 2 hours, 11 minutes.

The race was in Vancouver, a city whose natural beauty just blew me away. So it was a beautiful run. Still, by the time one of the official race photographers snapped this shot of me, 1 mile from the finish line and after the longest uphill of the race, i was pretty gassed.

To add a musical dimension to this post, here are my three favorite heads-down, pound-it-out running songs of all time, which i listened to nonstop in training for the race:

1. The Private Psychadelic Reel by the Chemical Brothers as heard on disc 1 of Fatboy Slim and Paul Oakenfold: Essential Selection Vol. 1

2. Hey Jack by Howie B. (Metamorphosis Mix) as heard on Fabriclive Vol. 1: James Lavelle

3. Coast to Coast by Matrix + Futurebound, as heard on their own album Universal Truth

Also, if you're into the podcasts, as i hear the kids are these days, pretty much every one of the streetlife DJs mixes on itunes are pure gold for running.