I finally jumped on the bandwagon and bought a iPod shuffle. A green one. I know what you’re saying, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Ms. Lippy. Did all that delicious BBQ pizza you had for dinner go straight to your head.” In a manner of speaking, yes it did. You see I got to figuring, and I figured around the second garlic knot that I need to get in shape.
So, some time this week, armed with my shuffle and some fruit punch Powerade, I plan to join the YMCA. We all know it really isn’t a “Young Male Community Association” but rather a “Group of Annoying Geriatrics Meeting to Exercise” or GAGME. Hey, I kid, I kid. But those communal showers are calling my name, oh yes. Watch out… I get real soapy.
So this iPod, I figure it’s my ticket to physical fitness. When I got home, I started iTunes for the first time in a very long time. One of the songs that cued up was Clay Aiken’s “No More Sad Songs”. OMG! Not a bad song just not exactly workout material. But was Clay Aiken trying to tell me something? No more sad songs? About what Clay Aiken? Was I reading too much into this?
Well I finally took it as a sign that good things are ahead, you betcha. This gym thing is going to work out. I remember “lifting” in high school and it was a lot of fun. “You got another rep. Take off the twos!” I was probably more sore from laughing so hard than all those butterfly curls. But we were going for the dream… one protein shake at a time. I can’t believe I’m going back. All thanks to a garlic knot.
Hedonism is Underrated 