Fast, fit and fabulous

When I first started running I couldn't listen to music - it resulted in a feeling akin to my head imploding.

This was back when about 2km into a light jog I would hit the quintessential runner's wall. How things have progressed. Now my running soundtrack is pivotal to the cause and struggle street is around 6km.

It is no surprise that motivating music helps me run through those brutal moments and tackle whatever the current proverbial wall is. What is a tad surprising is my music choice. As someone who prides herself on having fine taste in music my exercise playlist is somewhat left field. Like gangster rap left field.

Normally I bless my ears with the docile tones of Bon Iver or Feist or the classics like Fleetwood Mac and The Rolling Stones. But when I run, I get thug. Biggie, Eminem, Jurassic Five, Wu-Tang Clan kind of thug.

I often think how strange I must look running down the street as a 20 something white girl gasping for breath, headphones plugged in, loudly mumbling every third word of a rap - ''His palms are sweaty, knees weak...heavy.. sweater... mom's spaghetti...CALM AND READY.''

I'm pretty sure I nail the chorus though - ''lose yourself in the music, the moment, you own it''. Damn straight I do.

But something happened the other day which worried me. Something that made me rethink running and music and this somewhat questionable habit of mine. It was even worse than gangster rap. I turned into a tone deaf, musically ignorant tween. I listened to Miley Cyrus. And I loved it. That stuff is normally like death to my ears but for some reason I felt it. She spoke to me.

You see my current obstacle to fitness is a very solidly constructed brick wall which can be found about half way up any slight incline. This is less than ideal considering the Auckland half marathon has a giant hill in it. You may have heard of it - the harbour bridge. If I had nightmares this expanse of tarseal would haunt them.

In preparation I have started a hill regime. Three and a half months out. I am nothing if not prepared for this gruelling battle. And what have I chosen to arm myself with - The Climb. Tragic. But it is just so accurate.

''There's always gonna be another mountain, I'm always gonna wanna make it move, always gonna be a uphill battle, sometimes I'm gonna have to lose.''

But not this time eh Miley? We got this.

''Ain't about how fast I get there, ain't about what's waiting on the other side. It's the climb.''

What do you listen to when you run?

Eastern Courier