There is a way to do cardio without the cardio. That is the magic of Michael Jackson. Leave his idiosyncrasies aside, his music is phenomenal.
I am not a dancer. Actually never danced in my life. But yet MJ and his music make me come alive. I dance in my mind with him and my muscles twitch to his tune and my heart rate goes up 10 points just listening to the beat.
For the last several train rides I have been forcing myself to read a book that I am trying desperately to catch up on. It is part of my ability to teach a course, a prerequisite for that matter. Music has been giving me the strength to not lose my focus on the pages digest the content and reduce the pain somewhat of pushing through. That is the magic of what “Smooth criminal” does to one’s brain. Have you felt it lately?
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