I have something rather embarrassing to admit. Well, it’s embarrassing to me anyway. Although I can appreciate many different types of music, over the years, I’ve mostly stuck to the louder, angrier, more rockin’ variety of tunes. Every once in a while, I would download a catchy dance tune but was quick to bury it deep down in an obscure list on my iPod so that no one could discover my dirty little dancey secret. But that was the extent of it. So why, at some point last week, I had a sudden urge to listen to dance radio stations, to the point that I programmed four of them into my car stereo, was an utterly puzzling and slightly very shameful mystery to me, even if I bopped my head to Lady Gaga all around town.
From listening to Toronto’s dance music stations, I quickly learned that…
1. They all play a rotation of a maximum of 10 songs, over and over, as opposed to the 20 songs played by my favorite alt/rock station.
2. If it’s not a Rihanna song playing, then it’s a song where it’s “Some Artist, featuring Rihanna”, and if there is no Rihanna at all in the song, it’s a sure sign that someone has hijacked the airwaves.
3. Dance music is a whole lot happier than the usual brand of “fuck you” music that I’m accustomed to listen to.
I don’t know if my recent craving for what I normally refer to as crap music was just foreshadowing things to come, but I’m feeling a whole lot happier these days, and today has ranked as quite exceptional on the scale of goodness.
For the next week, I’ll be heading back over to my old employer’s office to help them out with a few projects, and gym rat that I am, I thought I would try to get my workout in before I headed downtown to meet with my old boss to hear all about my latest mission. (It all seems so much more exciting when I think of myself as a spy who may come across a self-destructing document at any moment. So far, all destruction witnessed has come at the hands of someone else in close proximity of a shredder.) I had hoped for a quick and “easy” workout, which is stupid, because in CrossFit, there are never any easy workouts, but hey, I was still asleep this morning when I checked the gym’s website to find that Fran was there, waiting to greet bitch-slap me.
Fran is not a person, but she is indeed a hell of a bitch. If you are interested to see what the workout that goes by this lady’s name is like, you can watch this video and listen to Dolly Parton all at the same time. Before you do though, a short disclaimer: the two athletes in this video are kicking some serious ass and although I did go through the exact same workout as them, there was a lot more time, swearing and stopping to shake my arms out while swearing involved than what you see in this clip. And thankfully, there is no video evidence of this mornings efforts.
If you think this is bad, you should’ve seen
what Fran looked like when I was done with
her. Ok, that’s just trash talk. We all know it
It took me 17 minutes and 17 seconds to do what you see Annie doing in roughly 2 minutes and 40 seconds here. Sure mine isn’t a great Fran time, but this marked my very first time doing this workout as prescribed, with the asterisk, no modifications required, real pull-ups and all. It’s a milestone that’s up there with graduating high-school. Only instead of walking out with a diploma, I left with a torn callus. And a whole lotta happy. I remembered the day times two years ago when I bugged my trainer at the time, incessantly I might add, that I wanted to do pull-ups like the guys. I had wanted to do just one. Today, I did 45.
With the morning off to such an exciting start, I headed off to my meeting next where it was almost eerie to see how easily I was able to sink back into some of my old roles at the company. Knowledge I hadn’t given a second thought to in over 7 months was right there in one of those handy little drawers at the back of my brain, right where I’d left it. Although I was a little nervous at the idea of taking the project on since I wasn’t sure how it would fit with my “only do stuff you like” motto of late, I left the office feeling excited to be working with some familiar folks for the next week, but also relieved that it was only coming my way in a short burst.
All day though, I kept thinking back to the jewellery store that I interviewed with earlier in the week, hoping that I’d hear back from them soon with some good news. Many people who’ve asked what type of work I’m looking for have had a slightly perplexed look when I’d get excited telling them about a retail job at this great little store I had interviewed with, but I don’t care. I really had my heart set on this regardless of whether it seems like a step backwards, forward or whatever. A step is, after all, a step, an action, and the way every dance begins. And tonight, I’m listening to my cheesey new music, and I’m dancin’; the store called, I’m in, and I start tomorrow.This post may contain affiliate links.
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