Azealia Banks | Runnin, 2012
Listening to this track as I run leads to all sorts of misbehaviour. Today’s breaches of Charles River etiquette include: aggressively overtaking and crowding creatine-junkies into the bike lanes; loudly reciting lyrics between jagged breaths “handful of skrilla … jigglin the buns … stop movin, still jiggling the buns”; and stripping off to my (entirely unnecessary) sports bra like I’m somewhere onstage in concert.
Cambridge joggers have seen the best of me.
