I finally gave in and joined. And I took a Jazzercise class for the first time. It's not easy. There are lots of dancy steps and things. But I'm just going to have to get over not going to the Morgan Family Y and having Tuff E Nuff and kickboxing. The thing about Jazzercise is it isn't what you think it is; it's got the same logo — which right now looks bad because it's too-recent-retro to be cool, just give it five more years and it will look very retro-forward — but it's not the leotard and legwarmer outfit you remember. It's hip-hoppy and salsa-y and, to In-Grid's "You Promised Me" it has some weird jazz hands action that makes you look like a goofy Paris mime (I think that may be the intent) for a few 8-counts.
I can't believe I did jazz hands.
On the upside, I met a 60-year-old lady who has been doing Jazzercise for eons, and she has an unlined face, a spring in her step and a great, healthy glow. And is thin and seems pain-free. There must be something to jazz hands.
2 comments:
Yo, Callie, ya little Alabaman, I like your recent blog posts. Sorry it's hot and the moving is heavy but we like your pluck. I am emailing you a toon or two so you can see what we were talking about on fone. -- pop
Might I recommend, highly, Claire's new blog--it is a hoot.
It is called "there's an alligator in myhot tub" and is here:
http://ineffectiveassistance.blogspot.com/
You guys are defnitely cousins. -- again, Pop
Love you.
you might be in our family if you use the phrase "its a hoot" unironically.
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