"He's running the wrong way. Let's see how far he can go."

My neck of the woods has way too many goddamn hills, as if being awake and wearing pants wasn't hard enough already. All early morning runs will now take place at the Rose Bowl, which is 1. significantly more level 2. cluttered with strolling elderly who will make me feel like turbo boosters in a first gear kind of world. It is the little things.

Best music to run to, hungover or otherwise:

• Kenny Loggins. Fuck you if you aren't full-blown Rocky IV, Apollo is dead athletically inspired any time Footloose comes on. Or dancing-mad at John Lithgow. Whichever.
• Lionel Ritchie, Dancing on the Ceiling. This is just a good song.
• 90s punk, all.
• Nelly.

There it is, out to dry in the afternoon sun. So long as my answer to that is never "Chris Brown, on repeat" I see no reason for embarrassment. Everybody needs a hobby, and mine is having excellent taste in tunes.