I started back to the gym two weeks ago. I was told my excuse of “I just had a baby!” had run its course after 16 years. And while I have made a commendable attempt at getting there at least 5 times a week, my efforts once there have been lackluster on a couple of those occasions. I blamed my music. (I can be a blame-shifter). So, it’s time to change the playlist. Really. No point in committing to something and then doing it half-way. I looked at the titles afterward, some of them made me smile.
Mr. Jones/Counting Crows
Let the Drummer Kick/Citizen Cope
Dog Days Are Over/Florence and the Machine
Paradise City/Guns N’ Roses
Time Bomb/Dave Matthews
Dead Man’s Shoes/Virginmarys
Hard Sun/Eddie Vedder
and. so. on.
Now, I have no one to blame but myself on this treadmill.