Today’s wall balls almost broke me and I am spending the rest of the morning sitting down with the company of outlook. Try breathing really fast through a straw and squat at the same time. That’s how it feels when you don’t sleep enough, pretend you are 23 when you run intervals and then lift some weights on top of that. The body is a mystery and it’s difficult to reason with it.
The day started out well here. I got about 4 hours of restless sleep after a doppio last night. Worth it? I think not. I woke up at 5.20 singing Bailando by Enrique Iglesias. I don’t know why, probably something hidden in the back of my mind or deep buried in my childhood memories. But it’s kind of catchy. To really etch it into my memory I played it in the car on the way to the gym and I made an attempt to dance sitting this Wednesday morning. And I worked hard on my Spanglish lisp. I went to the gym to get my intervals done around 6am. The place is packed, all treadmills are all taken and people are working out in a frantic way. I really regret going and I move to a versa climber in a dark corner after my run. And I put Bailando on repeat. What is wrong with me? Time for a shrink?
I have a strange relationship to music. The more the merrier. Spotify is on every waking hour, mixed with a few pods and news on the radio. I grew up with a overload of Frank Sinatra, Bruce Springsteen, opera, musicals, Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, Abba, Gyllene Tider, Noise and Frank Zappa and I must admit that I love it all. I remember when I made my grandparents listen to a full album of Wham, I could lipsync Tina Turner by the age of 8 and I got chills from listening to Putin’on the Ritz with Taco over and over again in the 80s. Those were the days. My first Bryan Adams concert was magical. And I still cry a little when I get to watch and listen to Sting live. Going to the opera makes my heart grow and burst.
My playlists probably reflects my extremely confused mind. Even my kids think something is wrong when I plug in my phone in the car. So, from me to you. My most played songs on my Spotify January 2015. And if you see a middle aged woman dancing in the car it’s probably me.