The Felda Health Spa

In light of the maddening frustration and illogical pettiness found in a certain North American sport of late, leaving me with an awkward mixture of emptiness and ambivalence, ive gone deep into my bag of tricks to avert my attention to things more happy. Deep introspection lead to boredom unfortunately, and with nothing on TV, and my thumbs hurting from playing too much XBox, I went to the gym to worked out. And there, while on the seated row pull, listening to my bestfriend iPod, it dawned on me that Mr. Mister has two of the most defining music beginnings of the 80s, if not ever. Like, arent the beginnings of Kyrie or Broken Wings just the awesomest ever? Somehow in the years upon years, Ive forgotten. Damn shame, my attention span. With those two songs, all you need is that bait and that hook of hearing the very beginning and you brain gets perky nipples, it cant help it. So well done; so well done; its Pavolvian trigger. Listen to them... and if you are over 27 years old youll know what I mean. Throw in West End Girls into that pool too, Pet Shop Boys. So good.

Other random iPod workout related thoughts:

It Takes Two- Fatman Scoop version, is like spinach; as soon as this song came on, I was able to squeeze out ten more push ups, raising my total to 12. thats like 600% improvement.

Somehow I found myself closing my eyes and lipsyncing to Dont Stop Believing by Journey on the treadmill. Geez, I hope I was lipsyncing.

Maybe its just me, but when any Ursher song is on, and Im in front the big ass mirror found in any gym, I have to hold back hard to not start dancing. Very hard.

Im going to kill Jill for downloading Josh Groban onto my iBook, which automatically updates to iPod. I almost fell off the spin bike trying the skip song.

I think all old people and overweight people wearing shorts are obligated to wear black socks and pull them up high as possible.

Yoga is awesome.

My flexibility is embarassing but yoga girls...................