The dawn of Theo’s sixth earthside month brought back my most beloved activity: dropping the kids off at the gym daycare of sweating/showering all.by.myself.
And, while I only get there a couple of times a week and eek out the measliest of sad workouts, I still think it’s allllllll worth it. The two hours alone? I may have cried the first time I took a shower there realizing it was hot and uninterrupted. Just the way I like it.
But you know what is standing in the way from a devastatingly awesome experience at el gimnasio? Ye olde playlist. It’s so tired.
So, right now, give me your best fit hit (mental note: coin that phrase). Clearly I prefer gangster rap and low brow musical productions. So, keep that criteria in mind. Muah!
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