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In the caption at the top of my blog I mentioned some of these entries would be 'insignificant'. I have to apologize in advance for this one. You may actually lose brain cells reading it. So if you'd like to save a brain cell or if you have sensitive ears/eyes...don't read this. It's beyond insignificant. It's trash!

Here are the songs that didn't make my San Francisco Marathon race recap. They didn't fit with the style of that blog but *hanging my head in shame* they are most definitely on my running play list.

This David Guetta song makes me laugh every time I listen to it. Be prepared for some serious poetic wooing. I don't know how this guy keeps the ladies away:

She's nothing like a girl you've ever seen before
Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood ho
I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl
Without being disrespectful

The way that booty moving I can't take no more
I have to stop what I'm doing so I can put on my clothes
I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl
Without being disrespectful

Damn Girl
You'se a Sexy Bitch, a sexy bitch, a sexy bitch

Did you read that line?! I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful?! Ha! Nothing you can compare to your neighborhood ho! YOU'SE a Sexy Bitch?! Bwahahahaha! He had me at neighborhood ho. When I've run by the other 30 something moms in my 'hood I may have mumbled 'neighborhood ho' under my breath once or twice.

Some songs have catchy little beats. That's Chris' excuse for listening to Katy Perry. Gwen Stefani makes some catchy little tunes:

Uh huh, this my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no Hollaback Girl
I ain't no Hollaback Girl

Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas
B A N A N A S
This shit is bananas
B A N A N A S
Again, the shit is bananas
B A N A N A S
This shit is bananas
B A N A N A S

And that's when I turn to the Hottie on the treadmill next to me and snub my nose in the air while heavily panting.... That's right yo', I said BANANAS!

This is one of my favorites. I was doing intervals on the treadmill and had to resist dropping it like it's hot...me falling off the treadmill isn't something I want to do. Ever. I've seen it happen! And I'm certain the person who fell off was running to this song at the time. Instead, I sang along...Love that Fergie!

And I know I'm comin' off just a little bit conceited
And I keep on repeatin' how the boys wanna eat it
But I'm tryin' to tell, that I can't be treated like clientele

Cause they say she delicious(So delicious)
But I ain't promiscuous
And if you was suspicious
All that shit is fictitious

I blow kisses(Mwah)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be linin' down the block
Just to watch what I got
Four, tres, two, uno

My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym
Just workin' on my fitness
He's my witness(Ooh wee)

I think it was after I sang the line about, ahem, clientele, that I noticed the little old man who had been walking on the treadmill next to me with his wife standing next to him, got into an animated discussion (I couldn't hear, I was busy singing ;)) and kept pointing to someone behind me. And then they moved 4 machines down. Oops.

I live in Suburbia. Moms in minivans (hey, I'm one of them), dads taking their kids for a bike ride, the houses all neat looking and complying to the neighborhood HOA rules. Well watch out! When I'm running and listening to this song, I tilt my head back a little and put my gangsta' face on. I think some of my neighbors would shake their heads in judgement if they knew this song was playing in my earphones:

La-da-da-da-dahh
It's the motherfucking D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)
La-da-da-da-dahh
You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E.
(YEAH YEAH YEAH
You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!)
What what what what?
(So blaze the weed up then!)
Blaze it up, blaze it up!
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??)

After my 20 miler last Saturday I was feeling my RUNNER'S high when I burst into the door to tell Chris about my pace. Before I could say anything, he snapped, "What took so long!? We have to go! Claire has karate!" I must have been stuck in Dre mode because I responded with a, "Bitch quit talkin'". Oops. I mean, sorry Dear.