Baby, I Like It...

Tonight I came home and decided it was time to get back on the treadmill. After receiving skeptical looks from the entire family, I loaded my iPod and got to it. When I work out, my genre is definitely the club music. The base pumping in my ears pushes me beyond the limits and I love it.

My son suggested I dust the treadmill off and be careful, because I have that whole lack of coordination thing goin' on. But I'll show them...

You know I know how...to make 'em stop and stare as I zone out...
...the kids can't even handle me right now. I crank it up to the highest incline and jump on. As I gather speed, the workout becomes a cross between power walking/running/dancing-at-the-club and my offspring are looking at me as if I am having a seizure. But I am totally getting in the zone and it feels great; it is all coming back to me why I love this so much.

Gonna make you sweat till you bleed...is that dope enough indeed...
I imagine because I have not gone flying off the back of the treadmill the children are bored and have left the room. The faster I up the speed the more I am in the zone...my brain is clearing and my imagination is in full swing. I'm no longer in the basement...I'm running down Venice beach in the sunshine thinking really wonderful thoughts. Writing ideas are coming fast and furious and I crank the speed up a little more.

Forget about game, I'm gonna speak the truth...I won't stop till I get 'em in their birthday suits...
Luckily I have the room all to myself because the layers start coming off and I feel more energized than I have in months. Maintaining a consistent speed the base is pumping and I have got a great stride going. I'm not even done with this workout and I'm already planning when I can jump on again. Suzanne Somers can keep her thigh master...I've got muscles screaming I haven't heard from in a looong time.

Round, round, round...low, low, low...
After two miles of bliss, I figure it is time to stop the speed and start the cool-down so I can still walk tomorrow. It would be a tremendous bummer if I had to skip a day, because for a procrastinator that's the only thing I need to fall off the wagon again. And this felt way too good to stop.

Baby, I like it...
So I'll turn off the club music until tomorrow when I will do it all again. I am happy to say I am pumped with energy and ready to tackle my homework and anything else coming my way. Who knows, I'm feeling pretty good...I may even try for the bubble bath again tonight.