To an untrained eye looking at my life the past week, it probably would not look like I was taking my 38 day No Fears/No Limits challenge very seriously.
Aside from getting my planned fitness in like the good little girl that I am, I didn’t have time to do much of anything else besides work (and work some more, and then a little bit more). Granted, my work is totally fun to the point that calling it work is sort of a misnomer, but one might question how exactly doing my job relates to facing my fears and having no limits.
That’s a good question, and I’m going to try to answer it right here, right now.
I spent a lot of time with teenagers this past week.
Teenagers used to terrify me.
I’m not sure if that’s because my own teenage years were riddled with such angst and hormones that I developed an allergic reaction to teens or what. Perhaps I was concerned that being a teenager is contagious, sort of like the plague, and if I spent too much time around them I would inevitably catch this disease and be forced to go back to high school. Who knows.
With this being said, I attended a party with the very same high school students this past week called the “Grind Hard Endurance Pre-Homecoming Game Party.” I’m pretty sure I would have run away screaming at the thought of anything called “Grind Hard Endurance” a few short years ago. To me, that just sounds wrong, especially when used in conjunction with a party for teenagers. (For the record, Grind Hard is a reference to an energy drink, like Red Bull or Monster. Go figure!)
At this party, there was a live performance that took place on the roof of a moving Chevy 1500 van by real, honest to goodness rappers by the name of Mo Cheez and Nyzzy Nyce.
I’m so not joking.
As much as I love music, and you know I love music, if you offered me $1,000,000 right now to name one Kanye or Jay-Z song I wouldn’t be able to do it. I literally know nothing about mainstream rap music.
I’m definitely more Barry Manilow than Mo Cheez.
In fact, when I was in high school the en vogue rappers of the day were MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice. (Come to think of it, I even had both of their albums…on cassette tape. Ha!)
Yet, here I was reporting live from right smack in the middle of a high school party with real rappers singing from on top of an old Chevy van (Do rappers even call it singing? Rapping? Rhyming? Anybody know the correct terminology here?)
I knew I was going to have to talk to Mo Cheez and Nyzzy Nyce for my story; if I’m being completely honest here, I was freaking out and not in the same way I would be freaking out if I was going to meet Barry Manilow.
First off, I was going to have to get past the two nefarious looking body-guard type guys standing with their arms folded across their chest by the stage. They may have been wearing the equivalent of my body weight in gold chains around their necks. Neither one looked like they would enjoy small talk, nor did it appear that my sweet self and trusty press pass would be able to get anything by them.
Either one of those two guys could have snapped me like a twig if they wanted to, that’s how big they were.
My next problem was, if I was going to risk my life by approaching Shaquille O’Neal’s less personable brothers, I needed some questions to ask Mo Cheez and Nyzze Nyce. As I’ve mentioned, I know nothing about rap music, and as a result, I had absolutely no intelligent questions to ask these guys.
In my mind, I pictured the following conversation:
Me: (After flashing my press pass and introducing myself) What was your name again? I didn’t catch it. (This, of course, would be a lie. I just didn’t know anything else to ask.)
Mo Cheez: Mo Cheez.
Me: Yeah, how do you spell that?
Mo Cheez: M-O C-H-E-E-Z
Me: Whatever possessed your mother to name you that? (I mean, really, that can’t be the name on his birth certificate, can it?)
This is where the story ended in my imagination. There’s probably no good ending once you’ve insulted a rapper’s mother.
My other problem with interviewing Mo Cheez and Nyzzy Nyce was the small issue of me being sort of uncomfortable by their attire. I’ve done a lot of interviews before, just never where I’ve had a clear and complete view of the person’s boxer shorts. (For those of you wondering, they were Polo by Ralph Lauren. You’re not welcome!) The only men’s underwear I’m used to seeing on a regular basis these days are Alex’s Lego Ninjago and Batman underpants as I’m doing the laundry.
As I mulled over these things in my mind while the music blared, I could feel the panic starting to swell up inside me.
It was then that I remembered my challenge to myself that I made last week: “No fears, no limits.”
I had this. Really, I did.
I’m happy to report that I ended up interviewing Mo Cheez and Nyzzy Nyce, and indeed they were both very nice. (They aren’t the only ones around here who can rhyme!) Even the nefarious looking bodyguards turned out to be not so nefarious. I don’t think I asked too many stupid questions, although I will say that any questions I deemed really stupid I saved to ask my new friend and Mo Cheez’s official DJ, Kevin Kohrman. Kevin very kindly gave me a very basic primer on rap music, Mo Cheez, and Nyzzy Nyce at a local event on Saturday. Thanks, Kevin!
The funny part of this story is, on Saturday at the previously mentioned local event, I went into Domino’s Pizza for a minute to interview the owner. As I was inside, I bumped into what at first glance was just a normal guy picking up his Domino’s order.
“Hey, Beth, right?” he said.
I had no idea who this guy was.
Then, I spied the Polo by Ralph Lauren underwear sticking out of the top of his jeans.
I took another look at his face and realized that this was the rapper Mo Cheez, and tried not to die laughing at what a dork I am sometimes.
(Side note: Do you call rappers by their rap names when you run into them at Domino’s? Or just when performing?)
(Side note 2: I had to bite my tongue really, really hard not to ask Mo Cheez if he orders his pizza with mo’ cheez? I totally found that funny, however, I’m guessing no one else probably would.)
Friends, the moral of this story is, have no fear and know no limits. If I can party with teenagers and interview up and coming rap stars, I have no doubt that there is absolutely nothing you can’t do. Don’t let your mind defeat you; you might be surprised what you can do if you put aside the fears and limitations you have set for yourself in the confines of your mind.
The song Mo Cheez and Nyzze Nyce collaborated on, My City, was just picked up by Sony Records and is now available on iTunes and Amazon. You can also view the video which was made in Fort Wayne, Indiana, on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42aXYD3p_ZI&feature=g-like