What BPM is best for general running?

PISSEDOFFEDNESS features an average 140 BPM, ideal for general running workouts.

PISSEDOFFEDNESS - Running Music

Past Me built this playlist with a specific emotion in mind: pissedoffedness. Not anger exactly—something more productive. That simmering frustration that needs somewhere to go, and the pavement volunteered. Forty-five minutes, seventeen tracks, a genre-blending assault course from power pop to drone metal that refuses to let me settle into comfortable numbness. The curator description said it plain: "Fuel for runners." Turns out fury converts to forward motion at a surprisingly efficient rate.\n\nCrying's "Open" is fifty-eight seconds of electronic buildup, then Bomb the Music Industry! detonates with "Syke! Life Is Awesome!" and suddenly I'm three miles deep before my legs realize they signed up for this. The playlist operates on whiplash logic—Charly Bliss power pop crashes into Chumped's folk punk, The Lippies' ska energy collides with illuminati hotties' experimental noise. This isn't accidental chaos. This is surgical chaos. The genre shifts mirror what happens physiologically during a run: comfortable rhythm disrupted, new energy system engaged, adapt or suffer. Cheekface's "Eternity Leave" is ninety-three seconds of deadpan post-punk that lands exactly when my brain starts composing elaborate excuses. Then The Beths punch through with jangle-pop urgency and the negotiation ends.\n\nMile four is where pissedoffedness becomes pharmaceutical-grade propulsion. The playlist knows this. Tacocat's "I Hate the Weekend" is surf punk irritation, then Zach Hill's drum violence kicks in and suddenly we're in experimental territory—math rock polyrhythms and noise rock dissonance that match the body's escalating complaints. Guerilla Toss brings art-punk chaos, The I.L.Y's add post-hardcore abrasion. This is the critical section: my quadriceps are filing formal grievances, my cardiovascular system is staging a minor coup, and the music refuses sympathy. Black Eyes' "A Pack Of Wolves" is two minutes of no-wave aggression. Boris brings doom metal weight with "Woman on the Screen." The genre mashup stops making intellectual sense and starts making physiological sense—everything hurts, everything's loud, keep moving.\n\nDark Thoughts delivers minute-nineteen of garage punk redemption with "Where Did You Go," then Jeff Rosenstock closes with "Festival Song" and I remember why I do this. Not for enlightenment or personal growth. Because sometimes you're pissed off and running converts that into something useful: distance covered, endorphins earned, proof that voluntary suffering beats involuntary stewing. This playlist doesn't care about my feelings. It cares about my pace. The blend of riot grrrl fury, midwest emo honesty, and stoner metal heaviness creates a sonic environment where quitting feels more uncomfortable than continuing. Forty-five minutes. Seventeen arguments against stopping. Zero apologies for the volume or the distortion or the fact that I chose this.

PISSEDOFFEDNESS

Channel Your Rage Into RPMs: 45 Minutes of Aggravated Forward Motion

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