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I think the DJ at my gym might have a different idea about what music people like to work out to. My iPOD stopped working, so I had the pleasure* of listening to their music. Do you know how hard it is to do cardio while "Stairway to Heaven" is playing in the background? And that treat lasted for 8 minutes. Congratulations Led Zeppelin...you win the award for longest, most depressing song EVER!
* As my sister and I have recently discussed, we really wish there was a sarcastic font. For now, italics will have to do. They will probably be used A LOT.
There is a small chance I might be easily influenced. I'm like the little girl who goes to the ballet and decides she's going to grow up and be a ballerina. It's pretty sad how little it takes.
I recently read "Into Thin Air", the story of the Everest disaster. I quickly decided that my new goal in life is to be a professional climber. Within three days though, my goal of climbing Everest ever so romantically turned in to an intense fear of being trapped in snow. I now have a strange phobia of getting frostbite. I'm not even sure if that's a real phobia or not. It doesn't help that when I started my car this morning, the thermostat read -4 degrees. Nothing like having a mild panic attack at 7 am.
These people who climb Everest definitely have a high tolerance for pain. I am miserable when it gets as cold as...wait for it... 60 outside, and they had to live in below zero weather for two months. I climbed my first few 14ers this past summer. I thought that was high altitude. Their base camp was at 17,000 ft and they climbed to 29,000. Holy Crap. Was I just born without that gene? Instead I was blessed with the gift of wussiness. I quickly had to scratch "Climb Mt. Everest" off my Bucket List.
Then I rented "Julie & Julia" and decided I might become a chef. Loved the movie, but am I the only one that thinks Julia Child might have had a...um..."unique" voice? The movie was only two hours long, and in that time I changed all my life goals again. Instead of climbing a mountain, I was going to learn how to cook. And who knew, I might surprise myself, be a great cook, publish a cook book, and have my own show someday. And THAT is what it's like being in my head. I can't just sit and enjoy a movie. Instead, it has to consume me.
I was actually quit surprised afterwards when I asked my mom "So mom, now that you have seen the movie, does it make you want to learn how to cook French cuisine?" and she simply replied, "No, why would it?" Uh- why would it? Why WOULDN'T it? I had already added: whole duck, new knives, calf's foot, and "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" to my grocery list. I was overwhelmed with my new goal to become a professional chef.
I still had my new TO DO list running through my mind when I got home. I picked up the paper and read an article about a woman who collects nativity sets. She had almost a hundred of them, a few of which might be a bit sacrilige. Pretty sure Donald Duck wasn't at the birth of Jesus. But then it got me thinking about all the things I should collect. A new, exciting hobby! On top of learning how to cook, perhaps climbing Everest (if I ever lose that fear of my toes falling off), working, and raising a one year old. Oh, the pressure!
And that's when it hit me. I might be easily influenced. Who am I kidding? I'm the biggest under achiever I know. So instead of cooking a delicious french meal and preparing for trip up the big mountain, I heated up leftovers, sat on top of a heating pad to keep warm, and read a book. It just felt right.
