Because the only way I can manage the boredom of the treadmill is to pretend that I'm on stage singing karaoke versions of my hyped up workout songs. In the style of Patsy Cline. So, my reimagining of Katy Perry's E.T. during a 9 minute mile: You're so hypnotizing Could you be the devil? Could you be an angel?
But with a lilting drawl, letting the lyrics slip by loosely, in contrast to the on-the-beat pounding of my feet on a plastic conveyor belt.
I also air drum.