On the odd occassion that I decide to terrify the cats and dig out an old workout tape I usually turn down the sound on the TV and put on Kiss instead. I used to have a CD that I'd burnt especially for that purpose with loads of different rock and metal tracks, as the cheesy bitch on the tape always made me want to turn it off and go eat some cake every time she started with her motivational whoops and yells, so once I'd learnt the routine I kept her on mute and my own music on at top volume.
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