Oh, this is a funny story. The other night I figured I should take advantage of the gym nearby and start toning up. So, I donned my iPod and headed straight for the free weights where I did a few reps of light bench presses, some curls, flies, and other exercises whose name I’ve now forgotten. Anyway, there was only me in the gym at 9:30pm until a young girl with two young little boys came in. The kids started playing all around the free weights, lifting up dumbbells, rolling them around, and so on. When I started doing flies, the youngest kid, probably around six, came up to me and started grabbing my arms and pressing in; I guess he was feeling my muscles. Well, I just smiled and kept doing the exercises (remember I had on the iPod). Eventually, he turns his attention to my ear buds and starts jumping up to grab them out of my ear. Well, I just leaned out of the way until I thought I would be fun to give him something to listen to. Instantly, I had made my selection. See, I could have had him listen to Respighi, Mozart, Bruch, or maybe even some Frozen Taco, but nope. What did I pick? Ludacris! I queued up “Number One Spot” and handed the youngster the ear buds and pressed play. The next thing I heard was his raucous imitation of the opening: “Yeah, baby! Yeaaah!!!” – Ludacris’s a capella reference to the movie  Austin Powers. I couldn’t help but think to myself, “What have I done?!” as he and his older brother and sister (I guess) left the gym with him still singing, “Yeah baby! Yeaahh!!” over and over. Who do I blame? I blame Aidan for  playing rap on the way to climbs the previous two climbing seasons! OK, just kidding, Aidan; it’s not your fault.