Jane of the Gym
I had half a blog written about food when I scrapped it to send a Facebook response to a friend today. She was complaining about workout etiquette, or lack thereof. Those of you who've gone to any kind of group exercise class know what that means. Imagine a heard of cattle (albeit shapely cattle) who are supposed to be shuffling the same direction, yet a few stray cows decide they want to do their own thing and make grazing hell for the rest of the herd. That's group exercise at it's worst. Add in the sweat of one cow who thinks garlic is her best friend and you have the recreation of your local White Castle with weights and music.
So I responded to said friend that I had decided to break up my regular workout routine with a DVD from the past - Jane Fonda. It was undoubtedly from the late 80's as Jane was resplendent in a thong leotard with a leather belt around the waist and white aerobic shoes. Strangely enough it was still a decent workout, but I laughed through the whole thing. And it just goes to show you that old is not necessarily worn out. True, there are newer, faster ways to achieve sore arms and legs, but Jane has always been a soldier when it comes to flat abs. Maybe I should invest in a workout belt to cinch my waist too. Okay, maybe not. But classes like Zumba, although interesting and fun, seem to be missing something that I can't put my muscles on. And so I leave you on this cold night in January...er, February (the calendar just changed on me) with a quote from Jane herself. I know her life has taken a turn onto revolutionary road, but the Jane I remember kicked my butt and made me cry - in a good way. "A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming" {Jane Fonda} And now to find some Advil for my sore muscles. Oh, wait, there's wine left.