Thats the name of a fitness class I let my girlfriends talk me into. According to some of the dancers in the class, it's like Zumba without the rules. Since I have never Zumba'd...I have no idea. It's a crazy fast paced dance blitz that proves just how few peopple actually have any natural rhythm.
And yet...I still show up. It's not for the Michael Jackson song, that's for sure. Or the booty shakes. Or the chest pumps. For some reason I seem to enjoy flailing about a room in all my uncoordinated glory.
But only with my girls. I can Stability Ball or Yoga on my own...but I need moral support to Spin or Cardio Jam!
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