The following is a guest post from this little light.
Gyms suck.
For me, anyway. The thought of walking into any sort of “Fitness World” gives me hives. The classes feel more like drills, the machines have way too many options, and the weights section always seems to come complete with one guy who sweats and grunts too much.
Though I’m sure he’s lovely.
It would take every ounce of discipline I had {and trust me, I don’t have much} to walk through a gym’s door on a semi-regular basis. The love just wasn’t there.
And then I found BodyJam {thanks, jb!}, led by the ultra-cool Nancy of Kamate Fitness.
Cue angels singing, please.
It rocks. And it allows me to indulge my Hip Hop soul.
This class brings me joy no matter what mood I arrive in. I can shlep through the doors thinking What a day … I’m tired and I’m hungry and wait, what’s that stuck to my backside? Oh, of course: dried oatmeal The Boy ate 8 hours ago.
Yes, the Queen of the House-Fraus. Oh, the glamour.
And then something happens.
Nancy puts her headset in place {picture Britney, but without the snake}. She flips the switch on the sound system. The beat starts up and the music surrounds me and while she leads us step-by-step through the routine, my adrenaline starts pumping {or are those endorphins? Or are they the same thing?} and all of a sudden—no matter what I might look like on the outside—on the inside I could give Sasha Fierce a run for her {choreography} money.
Because I’ve got moves.
It is the best hour of club-hopping cardio I’ve ever experienced. And no one has to force me to go. I race there, car windows open and music blastin’, just to get warmed up.
You want to join me, I know.
You’ve been looking for this sort of experience: not having to read up on the latest treadmill technology just so you don’t make a complete fool of yourself at the sports club. Hoping no one notices when you move that little peg thing from 100 to 15 lbs. on the weight machine. Those days are over, my friend: consider this your invite!
- Tuesday night
- 6:30 pm. High School Dance Studio
- Bring a towel and a drink—you’ll need them both. This class is super-fun, but make no mistake: it’s a workout.
You will be slimmer. You will be fit. And you will have moves like Jagger. I promise.
To learn more about Fly my girl, Nancy, and Kamate Fitness, just click here. No, not here … back there on “click here.” There, that’s it.
See you tonight.
Disclaimer: This is not a paid post. I just had to share the BodyJam love.
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