Now that running has found its way back into my regular training rotation, I decided it was time to make a treadmill-only playlist.

Because apparently I needed another workout playlist.

By my count, Running Through My Head is playlist No. 39 in just my workout folder. That does not include the Asgard Athletica Master List, which combines all those playlists into one massive, shuffle-ready collection. That one currently checks in at 217 hours and 35 minutes.

I may have a playlist problem.

This one started after a treadmill run while I was listening to “Run the Jewels” the other day. That seemed like an obvious starting point, so I began searching for other songs with “run” or “running” in the title in my Interesting Air master list.

That quickly produced “Run This Town,” “Run Through the Jungle,” “Runnin’ Down a Dream,” “Runnin’ with the Devil,” “Running on Empty,” “Born to Run,” “Run Boy Run,” “Run for Cover,” “Run Like Hell” and “Running Up That Hill.” There are enough musicians running from something—or toward something—to build a respectable playlist without stretching the premise very far.

Eventually, though, I did stretch it.

The playlist expanded into songs about movement, distance, escape and the inability to sit still. “The Distance” is about continuing the race long after everyone else has stopped caring. “Go With the Flow” has a relentless forward drive that makes standing still feel impossible. “Radar Love” is technically about driving all night, but it moves like a treadmill song should.

Turnpike Troubadours’ “Before the Devil Knows We’re Dead” is basically about moving fast enough to outrun the consequences. Steve Earle’s “The Other Kind” is about being the kind of person who simply cannot stay in one place. Both belong here, even without “run” in their titles.

Then there are a few selections that made the cut mostly because they supply the necessary energy. Outkast’s “B.O.B. (Bombs Over Baghdad)” can turn a casual jog into an interval without asking permission. “Knights of Cydonia” has the rhythm of a horse charging across the desert, which is close enough to running for me.

“Sabotage” is included for anyone who has seen the music video. That entire thing is one frantic chase scene. The song may not be about running, but it certainly sounds like you should be running from someone.

And I’m pretty sure it is illegal to create a workout playlist without “Lose Yourself” on it. I don’t make the rules.

As of publication, Running Through My Head contains 28 songs and runs one hour and 56 minutes. I’m sure I’ll add more as songs occur to me, because no playlist around here is ever really finished.

But let’s be honest: two hours already provides plenty of variety at my current cardio level.

Dom Toretto lives his life a quarter mile at a time.

That’s how I do my cardio.