Make me a Playlist Competition!

Science shows: working out to music is a good idea. Working out in jeans is a not as good idea.

To my mind, two things are essential for a smoothly run gym experience: the first is a pair of

Adidas three-stripe pants (more on that later).
The second is a kick-ass iPod playlist of songs to get you going.

So your job is to suggest a song that I can add to my playlist to keep me motivated and going hard. It needs to have a driving beat and a fairly consistent tempo – the soft verse, strong chorus thing doesn’t work. I will accept any suggestions so long as they aren’t completely ridiculous like ‘I like willies’.
The person who suggests the song that works best for me will be declared the winner and showered with prizes! (of an as-yet undetermined nature)

To give you some idea: at the moment the songs that are working best for me are ‘Low’ by Foo Fighters, ‘Sweetness’ by Jimmy Eat World, ‘Rules and Games’ by Funeral for a Friend, ‘Jars’ by CheVelle, ‘Hysteria’ by Muse and ‘Individual’ by The Salads.
Because most people don’t have a Blogger account I will accept suggestions on here and on Facebook. Go bananas!

Rules
- You are competing for some random crap of my choosing. It could come from Smiggle, or the dairy, or the drawer of my bedside table. Who knows!
- Like Highlander, there can be only one winner!
- If, by slim chance, you suggest a song I already have on my workout playlist, that is a foul and you will be asked to select again. (There are only 50 songs on there at the moment)
- If you suggest the same song as somebody else, that song goes to the person who posted it first.
- You have until Sunday 18th October to make suggestions. Then I’m gonna need a couple of gym sessions to try them out, so I’ll announce the winner the following Sunday (25th Oct).
- Judge’s decision is final. Don’t start with him.

To Be a Gym Bunny! Part 1

Charles Atlas, my hypothetical man-fitness idol. Anyone else remember these wicked ads from comic books?

I have never been in a gym with the purpose of doing any kind of constructive exercise for my physical betterment. To me, a gym is a mythical place where people go to perform arcane rituals which somehow make them happy and healthy. There always seemed a palpable air of mystery about such places.
Unfortunately, at 27 years of age I find that I can no longer do whatever the hell I want and expect my body to maintain the slightly underweight but generally acceptable shape that I have had for the last decade. Hence, knowing that my previous exercise regime of incessant fiddling and walking from the couch to my bed was no longer doing the trick, I took the first tentative step into... the gym.
I joined up for 6 weeks, because I am a wuss. I have no idea how I’ll go with this.
The first step is to measure my fitness with numbers and stuff. I respect that.
Fun Fitness Fact: I have 18.5% body fat. I assume this means I am almost 1/5 made of fat. I remember hearing once that your body is 80% water. Therefore I am a wicked water/fat combination. That's straight science. This leaves 1.5% for other stuff, which I’m going to assume is, like, hair and fingernails. Yeah.
Another, more terrifying number: on a scale of 1-50 of fitness I am a 16. As a teacher I have to say that that, my friends, is goddamn unacceptable.
My blood pressure is 135/80. I don’t know what that means but, be honest, you don’t either. That act of taking my blood pressure made me feel quite faint though, which lead to a painfully embarrassing forced bonding session with my trainer while I tried to will my skin to regain its usual pigmentation without puking.
After a rocky start though, I got it sorted.

Stay tuned for what happens when I get unleashed on the gym by myself!