Laden with Expletives

“And I never wanted anything from you. Except everything you had. And what was left after that too.” – Florence And The Machine

First of all, I have recently updated my workout mix. Second of all, you should probably cover your kids’ ears when sampling any of those suckers because oh my God. Nothing like a melodic Fuck You and a thumping It’s Me, Bitches to get your heart rate up.

I have semi strict criteria for planning a playlist for running. First of all, I need to have at least a half-hour of extra music for those moments when you really cannot stand to hear someone’s voice and you’re pressing the forward button on your ipod with a fierceness. Sometimes at mile nine you kind of want to punch Florence in her machine. “The dog days are most surely NOT over”, you pant mid-stride.

What I love most is the stark contrast to my writing playlist which makes me look so gentle and makes me feel like busting out a woodwind as opposed to an angry person calling women ‘bitches’ and hoes’ while running past children.

Teach me How To Dougie is on there not because it will cause one to sprint that last half mile but because there’s always that part mid-run when you just need a good beat. Something to smooth it out. Loosen up your legs, run with your arms hanging and maybe sway side to side.