and the beat goes on....

working on the treadmill i listen to my ipod.

i have not yet set a playlist.

way to much to choose from, and if ya havent noticed by now, im a little scared of any kind of commitment.

i know. lame.

so on my warm up and cool down i try to keep it a bit slow.

earth wind and fire, bob marley, sublime, cat stevens, lauryn hill, ccr, james taylor, bjork, fugees, you get the gist.

during my workout, i like it loud and hard.

kid rock, dr. dre, eminem, green day, michael jackson, rage against the machine, snoop, tribe called quest, tupac, etc.

my question for you is...

what inspires you during your workout?

every song that i listen to really brings back memories.

im ready for some new ones.

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soooooo,

im getting a little sick of going to the gym.
big shocker right?

so yeah,
i dont really like to sweat (unless im getting it on).
my lower back has been killing me (i need a new pair of kicks).
i dont fully understand the treadmill buttons.
you think i would be inspired by all the buff gym goers, im not.
im intimidated by them all. they make me feel fat, lazy and out of shape.
sometimes i wish i could just take an hour shower and spend another hour on my hair.
not workout at all.
and to rub it in even more, mr blanchard has lost at least 8lbs.
he looks and feels great.
great. good for him. bla bla bla. way to rub it in.

the gym.

today was the first day at the gym. lifetime fitness. scott bought a family package. still not so sure how to feel about that.

for the 10 minute drive i heard "are we there yet" about 15 times. typical. check-in went well. we all had our pictures taken. face shots. mary snuggled her face in her coat. expected. proceded to the child care area. jax fell once. all 3 coats, hats and mittens off and properly stowed away. gave my shorties kisses and walked out the door. cried for 3 minutes. me not the kids. scott obviously had no idea how i felt leaving the kids at a daycare facility for the first time. ever. horrible. went to my locker room to change shoes and lock up my coat and gym bag. couldnt figure out the key portion of the locker. didnt feel it was appropriate to ask the naked chick next to me for help. akward. came out of the locker room where scott rolled his eyes at me and told me how. nice. mind you im still all teary-eyed form dropping off kids. went back in locker room. locked door. followed scott upstairs. jumped on the first treadmill that was open. mind you i have no idea how to operate the thing. pushed a bunch of buttons in haste. walked for 35 minutes. 1.50 miles. all while listening to snoop dogg, dr. dre, green day, and rage against the machine. got in a good mood. gave myself a tour of the gym while scott finished up his 4 mile jog. show off. peeked in on the munchkins. all were good. went back into the locker room for a shower. showered. nobody banged on the curtain yelling "mom! let me in!" changed into clean clothes. met scott back in the daycare where charleigh could have cared less that i came back. did i mention she was super freaked before hand? well she was. got big kisses from jax and meems. felt good to be missed. changed bobers diaper. loaded them up with coats, hats and mittens. jax fell down on the way out. twice. all fell asleep in the car on the way home.

repeat tomorrow. and then everyday until im super hawt. or i quit.