I made a decision the other day that has been bringing a smile to my face for a week solid.
I joined Jazzercise.
Yeah. I said it. And I meant it.
Because really, nothing makes me happier than swinging my hips like an idiot to a Pitbull jam blaring through the speakers. It’s basically like dance class for grown ups. And sure, I might be the youngest person in the room by a solid 20 years, but that just means people think I’m endearing and they compliment me.
And there is NOTHING wrong with going to the ‘gym’ and getting complimented on your dance moves.
Especially if work is paying for your ‘gym’ membership (which I realized last week they would do!). Everyone, I’m telling you. This is a total win.
And I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.
The best part is the people I’m enjoying the class with. They are awesome. They shout. Some sing. And some wear leg warmers.
Let me correct that… some of the 60-something year old men wear singlets, tights and rainbow leg warmers.
That happened. In my life. At Jazzercise.
So if you’re looking for a workout where:
- You spend a full hour running around like a crazy person…
- You won’t be judged for any level you’re at… or anything you’re wearing…
- You want to fulfill that life long dream of having a massive dance party to all of your favorite tunes (don’t lie – you’ve been practicing alone in your bedroom for years)…
- Are welcomed with open arms by everyone there…
… all while spending an hour grinning from ear to ear.
I have the place for you! Thanks to my darling friend Becky for being my biggest Jazzercise advocate for years. Girl is right. This is a blast. So if for some reason you can’t get ahold of me, don’t freak out, just know, I’m doing jazz squares to J Lo. I’ll call you back in a bit…