Woo Woo

I just finished working out. I did Richard Simmons' Dance Your Pants Off today.

I didn't like it.

I remember now why I never did the tape on a regular basis.

It's not the routine, I love the routine. It's not the music, I love the music. It's not the set, it's a great set.

It's the wooing. Wooo. Wooo. Wooo. The exercisers in the video are always wooing. Loudly.

It drives me crazy.

I know why they woo, it's because they're working out and having fun. I know it's in the tape because it adds an energy, an element of fun. I get that.

To me, though, this is MY time. I want to escape into the music and only hear what Richard has to say--instruction wise. I don't want woos. I love to watch the people. I think it's inspirational. I just don't want to hear them.

How selfish of me, eh?

I have a child who makes a lot of noise. A lot. At times I can't take his weird little noises he makes just for the fun of it, and I ask him politely to stop. He does, for 30 seconds, then forgets and makes weird noises. Kids do that. He's a teenager, and I guess teenagers do that, too.

I have three dogs. That's a lot of noise.

We live next to senior citizens who have a poodle who walks on water--at least in their eyes. The dog barks all day long, every day. Yip yip yip yip yip. We can hear the dog barking in our house with the windows closed--even when he's in his house with the windows closed. I have lost all enjoyment of my back yard due to their dog, because I cannot stand the noise. The minute I step outside, the dog is in the window barking at me. That dog makes 90% more noise than all three of ours do put together. It makes more noise than all the dogs on the street.

They never tell him no.

I just don't do noise. I have too much of it in my life.

So I don't want woos. I just want to completely escape into the music. I want to watch with my eyes, sing along in my head, but I just don't want the woos.

I guess I'll stick to the Sweatin' to the Oldies series because I can escape when I'm doing that.