Jazzed
Aaargh… if my muscles could talk, they’d be spouting expletives! My hips feel like I’m wearing a lead weight belt. My sides are so sore it hurts when I laugh. My arms shake when I raise them much like when you’ve gone shopping and lugging all your loot all day.
It’s Jazzercise and I just attended my second session last night. I was supposed to enrol with a co-worker but she bailed on me at the last minute complaining of fatigue and the first signs of flu. Anyway, she asked me yesterday how it was and I went into this long speech about why she should go and try it. I boasted that I didn’t even feel sore at all. But this morning, she saw how stiff I was and asked me again. My grimace told her what she needed to know.
It’s decided. She won’t go until after New Year’s but I will, still, despite the pain. I just enjoy the fact that I’m dancing again and having something to look forward to at the end of the workday. And despite the winter cold, I go home sweaty and happy.
Who would’ve thought that you can work out to Michael Buble and Corinne Bailey Rae songs? Who would’ve imagined that at my age, I’ll be dancing to hip hop music? Never mind that I don’t know the artist, heck, I’m just jazzed! This is something that I can commit to and have fun doing it. Who knows, I might even lose a few pounds. Now that would be a bonus!
