Jamma Party: The Life of Jenn Y.

I've tried aerobics classes out the yin-yang, and for me, a lot of the killjoy came when the music started blaring. Let's face it, aerobic instructors have horrible taste in music. So do the people who make aerobic soundtracks. I remember many an early morning shift at the Y cringing as old ladies water bounced to a nauseating score of technotized show tunes. A few lifeguards joked about stealing the tape and burning it. My dislike of house and techno made me turn off MTV at an early age, and now, living with a man who lives and breathes good ass-kickin' gut-bustin' metal, techno is a no-no in our house.

Still, it's fun to work out to music. I've got a large amount of CDs, and although there is no techno, I have a pretty good collection of funk, disco (another one DH will tolerate in very small doses), and Madonna. But we're finding that good metal can be just as effective. Black Label, Ozzy, ATP and, well, some Madonna, work really well. Queen and the Live Aid DVD concert also are awesome. Guns N Roses for a really bad day. And Pure Funk when you feel fun-loving. But no techno. Please no techno.