I'm the one

A little confession, because I'm so tired after a long day at work and the gym that I've lost my ability to edit myself: I'm the one at the gym that bobs her head to the music, pumps her feet to the beat, and dances with her ipod on the elliptical machine while all the other, more self-controlled, gym regulars look on with either bemusement or undisguised pity.

Well, let me just tell you: I know what I am doing. I have control over my limbs (mostly). It's just that, well, without the music it's hard to get my feet moving at all and the couch at home starts to call to me. With the music, it's hard to stand still. And, I figure, if I am going to have to do this stupid workout at this germy gym with all these people I don't even know just to keep the fat at bay, well, let's just give them something to talk to their wives about when they get home. Why hold my head still and not sway back and forth violently, and not skip? I'll feel better, I will get a better workout, and everyone else will feel superior. It's a win-win situation, I say.

So if you would rather dance on the treadmill, or skip on the elliptical while listening to, let's say, Walk Idiot Walk by The Hives, you just go ahead. I'll bet it's better than the stuff they play in the step aerobics class, and you don't have to follow the leader. And you, and your gym mates, will all feel better as a result. Although my knees kinda hurt.