In da club

I ventured out for a class at the gym today - BodyJam. I was expecting something like Zumba. Instead I was transported to a nightclub where we were shaking our booties, having dance offs, and doing the body roll.

I may or may not have mentioned here before that: A. I hate dancing unless I am drunk (seriously, Gilly, I have to tell you about this one night at Howl at the Moon in Windsor). B. I can't move my hips. At all. Total white girl. C. I hate dancing. For real.

It was kinda like I had transported myself to my own personal hell.

But it turns out...I liked it!

The instructors were so much fun and energetic. Everyone just did their own thing and shook those booties. I found myself smiling and laughing about a dozen times. It was seriously fun. And a good workout - my shirt was soaked by the time we finished.

I felt so good when I walked out of there 55 min later that I thought about getting on the elliptical for a few minutes, but I decided not to push it. Which turned out to be a good decision, because by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs (remember, two flights, and they are BIG flights), my legs had turned to jello. Complete jello. Or jelly. Or jam. In other words, of not a stable substance.

They have a class called BodyPump I want to try as well as several spinning classes...Is this Amy talking? I think it may be my alter ego or something!