this is my confession
I have a deep dark secret buried in the depths of my soul. I’m normally not one for telling secrets, but the time has come for raw and brutal truth. I only hope that you can look me in the eye once you know.
My iPod includes the following:
- Britney Spears
- NSync (and also JC Chasez’s solo album, but none of Justin’s)
- Nick Carter (but not those whiny Backstreet Boys)
I can explain.
Sort of.
See, it’s like this. Profound and thoughtful music is great, but not so much when you’re on the elliptical at the gym, attempting to go somewhat faster than the pace of the slowest snail ever to creep its way under the slowest flower in the slowest garden. (I know, the slow garden thing makes no sense. Just go with me here. I’m abusing metaphors.) You need peppy music. And please God, not music that makes you think. Or makes you depressed, so that all you want to do is go cry in a corner. No crying in gymage! Or something.
Sometimes Britney is just the thing.
I haven’t been listening to Brit or the boys as much lately though, as my iPod has sadly, once again, stopped working. All I get is the folder with the excited exclamation point. Why is the folder so exclaimy? It’s not actually saying anything except “I don’t work! Woo! You get no music! None!” So, instead of speeding along as NSync wonders if you’d still love them if they weren’t, you know, rich and famous and all that (I guess they’ve learned the answer to that!), I have been using my blackberry to catch up on email while I climb endless flights of non-existent stairs. Because of my iPod’s stubborn refusal to give me music, I have crossed the geek line and have become someone who even the every-three-minute twitterers can mock.
On the plus side, I’m making a tiny dent in my email. Those who know me are aware of my massive failure to keep up on email. Friends have seen my inbox and have honestly gasped in horror and absolute astonishment. I suppose I should thank Apple for giving me a way to get a bit closer to catching up. (I feel I should mention that I used to read while on the elliptical. Actual books! Not just electronic devices! I wasn’t always this geeky!)
I don’t always do email at the gym. Sometimes, I’m being endlessly tortured by Frank. Frank is my personal trainer. I used to mock the idea of a personal trainer. I figured I could work out just as easily without paying someone lots of money to stand around and yell at me. But I was oh so very wrong. Apparently the standing around and yelling makes a really big difference. I can tell this because of the substantially increased amount of pain that I feel after working out with him compared to the days I work out by myself. Typical exchange:
Me: OK, that’s enough. I can’t do anymore. I’m going to die.
Frank: Ha ha. You’re not done. Keep going.
Me: No seriously. I’m going to throw up now.
Frank: I’ll go get you a bucket.
It’s a good time.
But back to my confession. It’s possible that every so often, I even listen to some of these songs outside of the gym. Like maybe the car. Possibly I’ve sung along. But I’m not confessing everything. Some secrets are just too dark to share.
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This is very disconcerting Vanessa. Please don’t take this the wrong way, because I understand that all of us from time to time listen to music that is just very uncharacteristic of yourself or music that is just horrible pop, but lets be real here - and again, I don’t want you to be offended by this besides the fact that I already called the music you listen to as “horrible” and that I can imagine you “doing it again” in the car or besides the fact that you use IPODs … ok, enough stalling. I’ll just say it.
“I can’t believe you do email at the gym. That is just so geeky.”
I’ve often pondered getting a personal trainer as my routine still has me in poor shape.
Based on your blog I think I might give it a try…
…once I get a bucket
I am probably the only one that is going to express outrage over the fact that you don’t have any of Justin’s solo work! That hurts my heart. He’s bringing sexy back. Don’t get left behind!!
Oh Amber. I was never a Justin girl. Not that I don’t understand the appeal, but he’s just so young. Or I’m so old. Or something.
[...] and those are easy to download and listen to at the gym. (I have a working shuffle! I can once again listen to things while I work out! And I can still do email at the same time.) But videos? I realize this is my own [...]
[...] and those are easy to download and listen to at the gym. (I have a working shuffle! I can once again listen to things while I work out! And I can still do email at the same time.) But videos? I realize this is my own [...]
[...] y esos son fáciles de descargar y escuchar en el gimnasio. (Tego un shuffle que funciona! Puedo nuevamente escuchar cosas mientras hago ejercicio! Y puedo seguir escribiendo email al mismo tiempo.) Pero videos? me doy [...]