You know how I know I haven’t been going to the gym often enough?
I have no idea what the kids are listening to these days. I depend on MTV to keep updated and I watch MTV when I spend my one hour
Thursday, my first day back in a long time, (B’s post was somewhat inspiring) I heard a song that put a bounce in my step so I went out right after and bought it. Hell, I’ll buy any music that makes the time I spend at the gym more enjoyable.
Later in the day, I was talking to my sister. Remember she’s 20. I was telling her I just got the new Timberlake. She responded that I was lame and trying too hard to be hip. She’s a music snob to some extent, but I was willing to go to the mat for a song that got my speed up to 6.5 km an hour for 30 minutes. Seriously, Listen to “The Way I Are” and I dare you not to move. I would complain about the grammar, but that would for sure stick me in the old catagory.
But it wasn’t Timberlake. It’s Timbaland (and let me tell you, Timba can float my boat any time).
I felt totally lame. Lame like when I had to ask Mim’s friend Anna what skeet meant. No one else would tell me. Of all people who should know what skeet means, it should be me. That didn’t come out right. What I meant was that I should be up to date on the vernacular, priding myself as I do for my extensive knowledge of pop culture. I mean, if I learned anything from GBF, it’s how important pop culture can be, right?
So why is it important that I enjoy myself at the gym? Because it’s the only way I can enjoy this: before and after.