Over the years I’ve come to appreciate a good workout. When I was younger, sweating was disgusting to me. I couldn’t stand the thought. I was the girl who found any excuse to get out of gym class and I was a lost cause as far as any sort of athleticism went.
A few years ago, a friend gave me a free trial for Jazzercise. I laughed inside. But I think this friend is pretty awesome so I figured I’d give it a go.
And it turns out I love it. So much.
So at the end of a long day I go to my local Jazzercise center and work out the demons for an hour. I’m certain that I must look like I’m not enjoying myself, but the truth is, I’m completely zoned out, mellowed, winding down, and decompressing. The louder the music, the better so I can’t hear my own thoughts. It’s even a cure for a headache.
The good news is, it no longer looks like this:
Karen Alma 
Vanessa (wife) loves Zumba, which I gather is a Latina-music based version of this. She can’t get enough. They wear these belts that jingle though…
Sometimes someone in class wears jingly bells on their shoes. Cute 🙂
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Hilarious to be reminded of those days!