The Day My iPod Died at the Gym
I so wanted to title this post “The Day the Music Died.” Consider it a subtitle, at least.
On Monday, my most sluggish of days, this died. On Monday night, I bought this to replace it. Call me a baby, call me a child of the 90s, but I simply cannot workout without music and my iPod attached to me at the hip. Music allows me to escape reality and distractions in the gym, allowing me to work as hard as possible for a solid 60 minutes.
Here are a few pieces of information I picked up in random conversations at the gym:
- Gas prices are too high
- President Obama is doing a great job
- President Obama is doing a terrible job
- Jenny is sleeping with Tim (or Thyme? He had a weird name.)
- Kelly had class later on that evening, after dinner though
That’s the kind of mindless drivel you hear in the gym — any gym in America. And suprisingly, not only do you hear it on the treadmill and in the cardio sections, but around the free weights and machines as well. I thought only the girls gossiped at the gym, but that’s hardly the truth. That’s not too mention all the random chatter, background noise, grunting, and “gym music” I heard for the first time ever on Monday, too. It’s fair to say the music played on the PA system is not targeted for 25-year old males.
Although to be fair, you wouldn’t want my workout playlist heard across the gym.
At the end of the day though, that’s all fine. You can talk about whatever you want to your girlfriend walking on the treadmill beside you, workout buddies lifting with you, etc, but thankfully my iPod allows me to not tag along with you. It keeps me in my own world.
It allows me to be as mean and as intense as possible for 60 minutes, then go home.