In my quest to run this half marathon, the “workout music” playlist in my ipod is on overload . It is interesting the music that people run to…stuff they generally wouldn’t listen to, I think. I suppose everyone needs the upbeat, motivational kind of music. I particularly like the ghetto rap that makes me feel like my feet are in a fight with the pavement. The downfall is that it throws my whole pace off becuause I start running with the beat, stomping ever so hard with every step. My arms have to get involved too, of course. You are supposed to move them while running, right? Well, probably not as dramatically as I do. I think my run looks more like a dance. A really bad dance. It is a good thing I haven’t actually seen it, because I might quit. One song that I have really enjoyed lately caught my attention the other day. You see, with any song I have the tendency to make up my own words and really, really think they are right. Unfortunatly, I can’t understand half the things that are said in my running ghetto music. Probably better. When I actually understood some words, I was surprised. “Car and a crib she ’bout to pay ’em both off, and her bills are paid on time…thats why I love her.” Wait a minute…I have good credit and I am not late on my bills. That is seriously the requirement for love? I could have had a filthy rich rapper that wrote a hit about his love of my money management? Oh well, guess I missed that one. Hope my discovery helps some of you single ladies, though.