Katchie bought me an iPod Nano for Christmas, therefore, I resigned myself to joining the club of music dependent morons at the gym. I’ve always had some contempt for you blissfully unaware, iPod-clad gym goers. Crazy thoughts cross my mind, like “accidentally” dropping my dumbbells on your foot as you mindlessly prance across my path. The old ads depicting people jamming out by themselves in front of a bright colored background are about right; nobody else exists in the mind of the iPod wearer!
Well, now I’m one of you. After just two days of working out while wearing an iPod, I’m hooked. I tune everybody else out, and better yet, nobody bugs me! When I have earphones in, weight-room noobs don’t incessantly stop me with a barrage of questions! Best of all, I can pick the exact song I need to hit a big lift. Some well timed Lamb of God might as well be an auditory steroid! I’ll never go back. Just don’t drop your dumbbell on my foot when I’m mid-riff on my air guitar.