Commando Dancing

This is such a hoot. I went to the gym today thinking I would just jog a little on the treadmill and maybe do a light leg workout. But when I got there I discovered that on Thursday evenings they have a zydeco cardio class! This is something that started right around the time I got sick so I'd never been to it. Apparently it was on tv and in the local paper, and it's become wildly popular. The room was packed.

I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep up, that I would get too tired and winded and have to drop out. But damn if I didn't dance nonstop for the whole hour! We did fairly simple but energetic line dances, and a few partner dances with some easy turns. It was a great workout. The room is lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors so I was forced to see how scrawny and pale I am, flailing around like a deranged bald-headed (yes, I went commando: no hat or wig) stick figure. But I was having such a blast, I didn't let it bother me one bit.

This is exactly why I live in Deep Inferno: we probably have the only gym on earth with zydeco workouts. I swear I could have kept going all night long.


Me in my signature workout pearls.


Speaking of the road back to health, what the hell is an Ugli Fruit? It was so ugly I felt sorry for it and bought one, but now I'm not sure what to do with it.