Let’s face it. A good workout is only TRULY complete when you have a good playlist. Songs that amp you up, help you keep an energetic pace, and maybe a song or two to help you cool down and get your heart rate back on track.
This week? I’ve got a KILLER selection of songs that kept me juiced on that elliptical last night! Just thought I would share, in the event that anyone is interested in switching things up. Please comment, and give me some of your faves too! I do NOT discriminate when it comes to music! And I loves me a good workout song!
“Sondra’s Skinny B*tch Playlist”
I’m the Best-Nikki Minaj
Tonight, Tonight-Hot Chelle Rae
Upgrade You-Beyonce and Jigga
No Hands- Waka Flaka Flame ft. Roscoe Dash and Wale
We’ll Be Alright-Travie McCoy
Drop It Like It’s Hot Freestyle- Lil’ Wayne
Welcome to the Jungle- Guns n’ Roses
Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)- Katy Perry
SuperBass- Nikki Minaj
Pretty Girl Rock- Keri Hilson
Fancy-Drake ft. T.I and Swizz Beatz
Work It Man- Kelly Rowland
These are just a FEW of my latest favorites at the gym! They keep my heart rate up there, and they make the time go sooooo fast!
And let’s face it, after the first half of the run, you need something to keep you going (other than the hot guy next to you, and trying to impress him with your “strongs”).
Speaking of which!! Thursday night at the gym I ran into a guy I know from awhile back, when I went to Chaffey College in Rancho Cucamonga. He ended up moving back to Philadelphia, and then for SOME reason he turns up at the 24 Hour Fitness in Vista. Why? Because he is “visiting a friend in San Marcos.” Now, riddle me this. How is it that since moving to San Marcos, I’ve met cashiers at Ralph’s who are from Rancho Cucamonga, I have a coworker from Rancho, and now this?!?! Really? I am just minding my own business, trying not to dance to “No Hands” while simultaneously running on the eliptical (because that whole “Look Ma, no hands!” part really gets me all hyped up and I want to dance, but I don’t want to faceplant, you know?), and then someone taps me on the shoulder and scares the crap out of me. And THEN, I turn around, and realize that it’s him, and figure it must be his look-alike (but I mean, he has a gold tooth. It’s kind of a dead giveaway), but then he says it: “What are YOU doing here, Shawty.” Oh my. It’s amazing what a good looking guy can get away with. I’m not short….I don’t know why he insists on calling me that. And so me, in all my sweaty and breathless glory, I just give him a look that says “Clearly, bozo, I am working out.” and say “(flirty breathless laugh)What are yoooou doing here?(sweaty smile)” After all, I am not the one who moved back to Philly, right?
Numbers were exchanged, and then he let me get back to my workout. Told me I looked good, and I told him the same. And then, I had to go ahead and stick my headphones back in, and start my dang song over. Because, gosh darn it, I’m on a MISSION here. I don’t have time for boys with glistening, muscle-clad arms and nice abs! I have a Sports Illustrated cover to condition for, dang it!
Lol. Pray for me.