Jazzercise (yes, it still exists)

Back in the day, my dear friend Elizabeth and I used to be hardcore workout buddies.  During the summer we were taking whatever step, aerobic, strength training, kill-me-now class they were offering every day.  When the school year rolled around, we were at the gym by 5:30 a.m. playing racquetball and lifting weights or running stairs.  However.....things change.  I've pretty much fallen off the wagon, with the exception of a stroller aerobics class I took before summer got here.  I had planned on keeping up with walking during the summer, but my excuse has been that it's just too hot for me (and Sadie) to be out exercising.  Sooo.....

The next best option I have is Jazzercise.  It is the only class that offers childcare at the gym just down the road from me.  Literally, less than a mile from my house.  I no longer have a reason to not exercise.  I signed up and went to my first class yesterday.  Here are my thoughts and observations:

• I found myself a nice cozy spot on the back row and gave thanks because there aren't mirrors on all the walls.
• Why am I the only one wearing shorts?  Seriously, the ONLY one in a class of maybe 30?  I would much prefer the bottom half of my legs to show rather than having yoga pants that cling to every little big inch of me.  hhhmmmm.....will I stand out more by wearing shorts or by wearing fitted pants?  Yeah, I'll stick with my shorts for now.
• Lots of music with a Spanish/Latin flare, a little bit of Shakira mixed in.  Does the teacher realize that makes me focus on chips and queso?
• Just who is making those catcalls in the middle of the songs?  Oh please!
• She expects me to do a cha cha and moves with "attitude" without laughing?!
• mmmm.....quesadillas, please!
• I might have been able to rock out to step aerobics years ago, but it's going to take a few more classes before I get the hang of this.

Thankfully I made it through the class without having to stop for a break.  It sure would have been nice to have Elizabeth with me, though.  I needed someone to laugh with!  I plan on keeping it up.  And maybe, just maybe, in a few months (like by next August) I'll be to the point where I'm confident enough to wear fitted yoga pants.