International Love. Gone wrong.

I finally updated my iPod for when I run. See also: I added three songs, all from Pitbull. What can I say, I like his rapping skills!? I don't know. He just makes me run. And I know that's good.

Anyway. Last night, hubs and I went to the gym. I did 7 miles (woohoo!) and hubs was a few treadmills down from me, exercising and watching a cooking show.

I had my iPod on, listening to International Love. I had the music up high because, let's face it, who wants to hear the thud thud thud of the person running next to you. Or their iPod music. Or their heavy breathing.

I'm running along, minding my own business, rapping to Pitbull in my head.

Or so I thought.

Turns out, I was being a wanna-be all-star rapper out loud. People could hear me.

And I had no idea.

The lyrics weren't entirely appropriate, either.

I don’t play football but I’ve touched down everywhere, (everywhere?) everywhere
I don’t play baseball but I’ve hit a home run everywhere, everywhere
I’ve been to countries and cities I can’t pronounce
And the places on the globe I didn’t know existed
In Romania she pulled me to the centre she said Pit you can have me and my sister
In Lebanon yeah the women are bomb
And in Greece you’ve guessed it the women are sweet
Spinned all around the world but I ain’t gon’ lie there’s nothing like Miami’s heat

So imagine my surprise when, as I'm hobbling, barely able to walk stepping off the treadmill, the gentleman next to me said, "So you like Miami?"

The conversation went downhill fast....

me: excuse me?
guy: Miami? It's hot you said?
me: *awkward smile* (because when you don't know what to say, YOU smile too, right? RIGHT?!)

I walked away to get the paper towel and spray to wipe down the machine. I couldn't figure out what the guy was talking about.

guy: have you been to Lebanon and Greece? You were talking about the women there? And that you do play football? Or you don't? (he gave a coy smile)

me, in my head: OMG. I was rapping out loud when I thought I was silent. Who does that? WHO DOES THAT.

I told the older gentleman that I must have gotten carried away with the music and was so sorry if I had disturbed him. I then crawled into a deep dark hole collected hubs and scurried along, not looking back.

The gentleman said he enjoyed my "singing".

I guess that's how bad I was. I was singing instead of rapping.

And I guess I won't be listening to my iPod so loudly at the gym anymore.

Or at all.