Getting in the mood

After sitting with a friend getting a facial peel I found myself stuck in a snazzy backup of traffic that was at the helm of a crazy rain storm.

Before this goes further let's take another moment to thank the likes of dermaplane, peels and aestheticians. Because like Urologists, if you've got to look at something wrinkly, dry or gnarly all day they deserve the credit.

In no way is this a common theme in my life because give a girl a supply of proactiv and a gallon of water and were square, however as part of the show taking place tonight (pics tomorrow) from hair dye to facial scraping this was the king kong of weeks for certain transformations, and things U would opt out of withou having a winning lottery ticket behind me.

Transformation or improvement, this is still up for debate.

On the way out and waiting for a break to clear in the road a particular song came through that immediately turned me into an American Idol, the next X-Factor.

Music feeds the soul and god only knows where I would be had there not been a Britney song to shake my ass to while getting ready some days, a National song to slink into a chair lost in thoughts or a Joni Mitchell melody to nurse through a breakup or other unnatural catastrophe.

A good song is like a friendly companion. I've known this companionship browsing through record stores, attending endless concerts and hearing the melodic tunes for two plus minutes on the radio.

What is it about the lyrics that reaches us, that finds that place deep within and breaks us loose?

This song can go on repeat one thousand times over and will never get old. It will never leave an ipod playlist for my love burns strong for heartfelt words of what could be and what is left bereft.

And stardust but that's a whole other obsessive crush for another day.

So as I work the few hours this morning and head in to get made over for the finished product, a fashion show fueled by clothes, cars and good friends I'm left with the desire to listen to songs that get me in the mood.

The list is a mile long but will always start with a man of glitter and end with a golden voice and crystalline eyes.

We're all okay until the day we're not
The surface shines, while the inside rots
We raced the sunset and we almost won
We slammed the brakes, but the wheels went on.

Badassery

Pardon the curse. It’s that time of year to either find the motivation to get into the gym or avoid it like the plague. It’s freezing outside so rather than packing on an additional winter “jacket” the gym has become a morning tribute. But in reality, cuddling up in a warm bed sounds way better.

At the gym and getting the fitness on, I was on an elliptical, getting ready to step up the intensity, when a lady smiled at me in the mirrors. Strange, but okay?

Zoning out in the middle of a workout always happens but her smile got to me and I forgot all about the song I was on or how my breathing was. After finishing up the cardio session and was getting ready to walk away, that same lady smiled again at me and said something that brought heat to the cheeks in 0.9 seconds.

I was singing along with the iPod. I stared at her, but immediately started to laugh because she told me that I looked concentrated in the workout but she could tell I had hit a good song or I was listening to something funny because I’d start to mumble along with whatever was playing in the headphones. This is lovely, so now I can add entertaining people around me with sweat pouring off of the body to the list of things to avoid.

So this got me thinking, do you walk away from the startling realization that you sing while working out feeling completely embarrassed. I mean, the gym is not an arena filled with screaming American Idol fans or even the shower. Off an octave or not, you’re not alone.

Totally outrageous, but I’m embracing it. I don’t care. That song was good and got me through the workout, calories are burning and that’s what matters. I’ll definitely be paying attention to my actions tomorrow at the gym but for today, “I’m holding on to what I haven’t got!!”

For the Cheering antics: Its game night. I keep the faith for Calgary, but of course am mainly watching a certain defenseman work the ice (hopefully longer than 9 minutes tonight) so it doesn’t matter. Good Luck!