"Light the first light of evening, as in a room / In which we rest and, for small reason, think / The world imagined is the ultimate good." - Wallace Stevens
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
more stories from the gym
I can't abide by a Core Exercise teacher who uses music like "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" and who has no sense of rhythm. If only she didn't kick my ass so hard, I'd be out of there. But she does.
Well you know I love Old School country, like Dolly and Hank. But that song just doesn't make for a good workout, I'm sorry. It's not that it's country. It's that it's BAD.
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What's wrong with country?
Well you know I love Old School country, like Dolly and Hank. But that song just doesn't make for a good workout, I'm sorry. It's not that it's country. It's that it's BAD.
See, that was big at the round-up so maybe it's just the positive associations. But yeah, I concede it does not have that workout beat.
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