A Good Ride Nowhere

Today I'm going to revisit the importance of tunes to an effective and enjoyable workout.

This is brought on, of course, by the failure of the battery in my ancient (by technology standards) ipod to last the duration of my workout this afternoon. Sitting on a spin cycle for an hour without some thumpin' seventies rock to pass the time is roughly akin to a root canal without the happy gas and Novocaine; its just not that much fun. Normally I can pass the time like a machine, but when the music stops, time slows, my mind wanders, and then suddenly, my butt hurts.

It's hard to enjoy a good ride to nowhere when your butt hurts.