THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC!
I want to thank everyone who has chimed in with their advice for new exercise playlists — wow, what a cornucopia of beats, dudes! It appears I have been quite remiss, in not having any Pitbull (or Pitbull collaborations) in my ears. Ditto: Mr. Macklemore. And Pink! (How did I not have any Pink on rotation?!) And many, many, many more. I can't wait to pile them all on my iPod.
I love your enthusiasm, truly. If I can't keep up with my fitness commitments with all this support encouragement from everyone, then I suck! Yeah!
I want to give you all something in return. The best I could come up with on short notice is:
1) A suggestion that you all add "Hit 'em Up Style" by the Carolina Chocolate Drops to your own exercise playlists. (You're welcome.)
2) A little piece of history, which my cousin in Minnesota reminded me of today. Here's a short piece I wrote for the NY Times years ago about what happened to me once in a bar in the midwest, when I went out to Minnesota to visit some relatives and things got a little crazy. (Also, that was the first night I heard "Hey Ya", which was playing on that bar's jukebox, and which has been a motivational staple ever since. Just to bring it all back to the music!)
THANK YOU EVERYONE!
Now hit those treadmills, and keep reading Jane Eyre! We're all gonna have abs (and brains) of steel!
The Meat Raffle – New York Times
A woman gets lost in Midwestern-Polynesian debauchery.