We are couch-cuddling, watching Mr. Bean cartoons and eating tacos (lean turkey, no greasy beef – big chunks of avocado, no sour cream.) No time for the gym: I need to take publicity pictures for a show at the community theatre. I bring my son with me to get him out of the house, let his mother sleep a little before her shift. He loves the city’s arts center, and demands that we bring our basketballs to play on the adjacent courts this weekend. “Yeah! Let’s do that,” I chirp as I scruff his hair. He races me to the front door and giggles wildly as he leaves me in his dust.
OK, a little meta-narrative, which I told myself I would avoid, but I think it’s necessary at this point for my own sanity. I over-think things. It’s my deal. Bear with me.
Happy Friday! We made it, more or less! My left side is still jacked up from who-knows-what, so I feel less “we made it” than I ought to, but still! The sun is shining in Georgia and a weekend of good times and kite flying are ahead.
So! Last week I disappointed myself (and got rightly called out) when I realized there was not a single female artist on my workout playlist.
We made it! OK, it wasn’t that big of a deal to make it this week, it was only four days, but MAN. I don’t know about you but those were four rock ’em sock ’em days of mayhem and to-do lists, and it ain’t over yet so I better make this quick.
I just wanna say thank you.
Happy Friday, everybody! We made it! Three day weekend! Let’s all run from a hurricane together and celebrate the labor movement and, if you’re in Atlanta, have casual sex with people dressed as Game of Thrones characters or Harley Quinn or Popeye or what have you.
I’m honestly baffled at this point: I started this thing assuming, like, a dozen of my friends would check up on it and right now it’s averaging 100 readers a day in eight different countries. That’s not a lot to a pro blogger, but it’s a buttload more than I ever anticipated. Hooray! Thank you! Keep coming back and tell your friends! I long to bring you more stories about Poop Incidents.
Anyway, I am a big music nerd, and the #1 thing I see floating around on Facebook about exercise is people begging for new workout music. So here you go: Continue reading “Workout Mix 1: Indie Tunes for 30something Joggers”