When you see me running like Forrest Gump around the track above the YMCA gymnasiums, take a look at my arms. Are they pumping madly like I’m trying to use my upper body strength to pull me around the track one more time?
Or are they pumping like the wheels on a freight train? If it’s the latter, I might be listening to….
One of the following:
“Polaroid” by the Imagine Dragons:
Or “Dangerous” by Shaman’s Harvest:
The train metaphor remains popular well into its second century.