every step i take

my day started with a bad cup of coffee and a trip to the greenhills YMCA.

as much as meat markets and unlimited cardio classes titillate me, i broke up with the Y. it was only a matter of time before the love affair was over.
3 weeks to be exact.
(pretty much the usual for me)

sure, we'll meet for drinks a few more times before i quit returning phone calls. but it's definitely over. the Y is a sloppy eater and spikes his hair a little too decidedly for this cat.

seriously, i got on 3 cardio machines for a combined total of 4.5 minutes before i decided to go running. now, i haven't run in 5 weeks because this I.T. band crap has kept me off of belmont boulevard. so, i went for a run. it was kind of like seeing your lover after he's been touring europe for over a month.
it hurt a bit, but it was good.

while i ran, i came to this: men can ruin a song faster than lemons ruin dairy.

so here's a list of songs that will never be the same because their associations with the Y (chromosome that is) are indelible.


INXS "never tear us apart"
queen "under pressure"
better than ezra "this time of year"
the smiths "please please please let me get what i want"
broken social scene "anthems for a 17 year old"

now i can live without INXS.
but the smiths hurt.
not the good kind of hurt that comes with 40 minutes of solid pounding (shoes on the road that is). but hurt like a muscular tissue that twitches with every move i make.