Not the music - the exercise. That's Jazzercise, folks.
Don't get me wrong, I'm ok with the music but ya'll know me well enough by now to know it's all about the Blues for me.
I'm talking about the experience I have 5 times a week - when real life doesn't get in my way - to sweat, sing and dance. It's fun as hell and good for me, too. A win/win.
This ain't your granny's exercise program either. That's not to say there aren't grannies there - they're there by the handful. Probably more of them than the young ones (probably because I only go to the morning session) but that's the beauty of Jazzercise. It's an all-ages work-out.
This morning I was between a 20-something kid and a lady in her early 70s.
I started going to Jazzercise back in 1990. Back when we wore spandex and those leg warmer things. The unitard. The thong looking leo on top of shiny tights.
For the record, I never wore those thong things. I never thought my butt could handle it. Or the poor suckers that stood behind me.
Back in the 90s I was gettin' it done with high impact and high intensity. Time has a way of changing life and I no longer crank it out with high intensity but I'm hanging onto the high impact.
Honestly, now that I'm not bouncing anymore, I really feel like I'm getting a better work-out.
I've said this many, many times: Jazzercise lets you age through the program.
I'll stay as long as possible.
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