Wednesday, Nov. 02, 2005
Dear Diary:

By accident I fell into this amazing music line-up on my MP3 player that really gets me all hepped up on the treadmill.

Shut up. Getting hepped up on the treadmill is not by definition dorky.

There's lots of music on the gizmo, but at one point it goes from "Dancing with Joey Ramone" by Amy Rigby to "He Could Be The One" by Pansy Division to "4ever" by the Veronicas and then crescendos to my guilty pleasure. Before I announce what my guilty pleasure is, I have two words: DON'T JUDGE.

Oh, and don't think I won't know if some of you start pointing and snickering.

Okay. Here goes. My guilty pleasure is a disco remix of that Tommy TuTone song, "Jenny 867-5309".

Oh, alright, point and snicker. Just admitting this has made me feel embarrassed. Disco and Tommy TuTone. There are paramecium with more evolved musical taste than I.

So I was on the treadmill this morning when this section of my music came up. Even though it was about ten minutes into my run, the point where the first burn kicks in and I start questioning why I do this to my body, I found myself speeding the treadmill slightly to keep pace with Dancing With Joey Ramone.

By the time Tommy TuTone kicked in I was flying. Well, it was flying for me, but more like a pitifully slow jog for people who can actually, um, run. I managed to come very, very close to my first sub-nine minute mile. Close enough that I know I can do it if I just keep chipping away at this and manage to keep from injuring my klutzy self.

When I was doing my five minute cool down I was giddy with endorphins. Sweet, sweet endorphins, oh how I love thee. Plus there was the added buzz of knowing that a wall that seemed impossibly high is something I'll be able to tip over if I just keep pushing against it.

I have been intimidated by the number nine for a very, very long time. So much of fitness is a head game, so much comes down to believing three little words:

Yes, I can.

A deeper person would probably extrapolate this experience into other parts of her life. Yep, a deeper more evolved person probably would. But hey, you're looking at someone who can be inspired by a disco version of "Jenny 867-5309".

'Nuff said?

I'm always on the lookout for new music, anything to break the tedium of head vs body on the treadmill. Anyone got any suggestions? Huh? HUH?

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 1195.53 miles. 10 per cent rubber duck10 per cent rubber duck10 per cent rubber duck10 per cent rubber duckhalf way smooch10 per cent rubber duck
Over half way there. Oh, man, please let this be over

Goal for 2005: 1,250 miles - 2000 kilometers


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