So I was clipping along on the treadmill at the gym today–at a pretty good pace, I might add, and I started feeling like I was going to lose control. No, no, no. I didn’t wet my pants–although that wouldn’t have been the first time. It was one of those times when I was listening to my music–this time it was She Will Be Loved by Five For Fighting (is that right?)–and I couldn’t fight the power of the music one moment longer. My mouth flew open and I realized that I was belting out the song for all the gym to hear. Did I want to die? NO! I felt more alive than I ever have before! It felt so good, in fact, that despite the fact that so many people starting laughing, I continued to sing until the end of the song. When the song was over and I was getting off the treadmill, the old guy next to me said, “Thank you.” I’m still not sure if he was thanking me for the song or the fact that I was finally getting off the treadmill, but whatever. It was worth it.
P.S. Ok, Ok. So I exaggerated the truth a bit. Actually, the true part was that I WAS on the treadmill at the gym today, and I WAS listening to She Will Be Loved, and I did WANT to start belting out the song. Can you imagine what that would really be like? Wouldn’t it be amazing? I’ll tell you what. If I am ever diagnosed with some illness which only gives me a finite number of days to live, you better believe I’m going to be belting out songs at the gym on one of those last days, and it IS going to be amazing.