Ron talks about a recent article on the “Science of Music.” Claiming that the article is just another excuse for you to do nothing, Ron encourages you to get out and explore. Nature is the only gym you need and you don’t need gimmicks to lose weight and get in shape.

See that behind me? That’s nowhere, a whole lot of nothing. That’s pretty much what all these articles on health and fitness are about.

Here’s a random one now I’ve just selected, “The Science of Workout Music.” Yes, it’s become a science. “The beat becomes very important. Anytime there’s a repetitive movement or our instincts tell us to move to the beat, our feet tell us to move to the beat.”

I got news for this cat. You never were a drummer in a nightclub band watching drunk white people crash into each other all night. They don’t know what a beat is. They don’t have a clue where one is.

I got some science for you; are you insane? How about this little nightmare? You decide you’re going to do a workout. You get outside. You listen to the birds. You breathe some fresh air. You smell the dirt, the grass, and you get outside.

The science of workout music. This is what’s wrong with America, in 10,000 F-ing ways. The science; people can’t dance. Why make it a science? You don’t need scientists. I can tell you this.

It’s one more bullshit excuse for people to buy crap to go with their other crap so they can go to their crappy place and do their crappy training on their crappy CrossFit and crappy floor.

Science. By the way, they’ve broken it down to this. This is what made my head actually F-ing explode right off its torso. I had to go pick it up!

Power-walking, 120 to 145 BPMs… I’m guessing that’s beats per minute. You want to select a song that brings your heart rate up. Perhaps, a salute to ABBA.

Oh, my God. I hate everything about this. I hate this idea. I hate the fact that people think that they can make it a science. I hate the fact that people are willing to work so hard to avoid touching their damn toes and listening. Guess what? You get your beats per minute going too much there, cars sneak up behind you and crash into your fat ass. Stop it! What’s the matter with you people?

I hope I can… Let’s see if we can get out of here. I’ll see you next week.