You all know I hate to exercise. But months ago, I tried.
That membership has long since ran out. And I've been sitting on my ass, doin' nuthin.
So the other day, for fun, I decided to do a Billy Blanks DVD that Craig had bought me around Halloween (because of my brief stint doing Tae Bo).
I tried. It made me angry.
Man... I still hate Billy Blanks.
He was not a happy part of my morning.
And so, the next day, I went a different route. I got out my old exercise trampoline and had a crack at 'er again.
(It didn't come with dog hair, I added that myself. Pretty, yes?)
The good thing about this guy? I don't have to hear Billy Blanks or his overly-skinny helper speak at all. I listen to songs that make me wanna jump in odd spastic ways.
Allow me to show you examples of songs in my Trampoline Playlist (do not judge the selections. They have feelings too, and the 80's and 90's were a hard time for everyone.) :
Hole - Jennifer's Body
I scream along adequately. The neighbours think I have issues. They're right.
Anthax and Public Enemy - Bring The Noise
The happiness that this song has brought me, since I was little, is too much to mention. I'm very glad no one made a video of me dancing and freaking out to this at my sister's wedding in November. *whew*
David Bowie - Magic Dance (Labyrinth Soundtrack)
You remind me of the babe.
GNR - Mr. Brownstone
Drugs are bad, mmkay.
Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence
...and I do. If silence is actually loud noises coming from my speakers in a timely fashion, accompanied by my off-key harmonies.
Nirvana - Breed
Ah yes, what's Courtney without a little Kurt?
RATM - Kick Out The Jams.
I like the original. But the Rage version makes me move. On a trampoline. Rhythmically-ish.
So there's a taste of what Kristen listens to while forcing herself to pretend to exercise. Very exciting stuff.