Pushing on a Rope
Jazzercise
You should be dancing — YEAH
I’m happy-dancing my way through a terrific milestone this weekend: It’s been a year since I was certified to teach Jazzercise. Fifty-two weeks of choosing my sets, learning the choreography and bringing lots of terrific women the gift of fitness, one hour at a time. No one is more surprised than I am. Not long … Continue reading
I’ve got no strings to hold me down
Day 3: A girl could start to like being on her own. Oh, sure I miss Basil and Catherine, but what a treat to have my own agenda for the day — no place to be, no friends to drive, no predetermined mealtimes, kid-specific errands or shopping requests. I don’t have to stay awake past … Continue reading
Mulch ado about yard work
Ah, spring — time for a woman’s fancy to turn to … yard work. (You thought I was going to say strappy summer sandals, didn’t you?!) After weeks of activities and celebrations, yesterday finally offered a short window of time to make an earnest start of cleaning the yard. Like just about everything we do … Continue reading
Can you hear me now?
A lot is made of mother’s guilt, especially working mother’s guilt. Been there, done that. I’ve sobbed in the car after dropping a reluctant toddler at day care — and watching her little face pressed up against the classroom window begging me to stay. (And I’ve returned to said day care and had to convince … Continue reading
Wrinkles … and time
Apparently, it’s official: I’m old. Time magazine thinks so. Within days of my birthday a few weeks ago, they sent me a note in the mail, asking me to renew my subscription. For the senior citizen rate. Catherine danced around the house fairly crowing: “It’s because you’re old.” Remember my trip to the eye doctor … Continue reading
Just Keep Rollin’ With it, Baby
Just like when I was at the newspaper, I can run a followup. So here are two videos shot at last Saturday’s Hip-Hop Holiday Jam with Tim Roberts, a special event run by my good friend Kristen at the Jazzercise Center of Southwestern Connecticut. She brings terrific special events in to complement the cardio, strength … Continue reading
Just roll with it, baby
For a brief time today, I was sure I could do almost anything. Tim Roberts has that effect on a girl. He’s an amazing choreographer and dance teacher, and we were lucky to have him visit us at Jazzercise of Southwestern Connecticut for a hip-hop class that we turned into a holiday celebration. In just … Continue reading
Life outside the comfort zone
Last night marked another watershed moment in my vow to live out loud. I was monitored by Quality Control as I taught a Jazzercise class. It was my first review since getting certified in May. All week I was sweating it — double-checking my set, getting up even earlier to practice the routines, hoping I … Continue reading
Roar emotion
Anyone else out there wondering why midlife seems to be the adolescence you never had? I have always been a pretty straight-laced, quiet, by-the-book sort of person. I used to stay in my little box most of the time, rarely venturing out of the comfort zone. As I climb through my 40s, however I’m throwing more and … Continue reading
Let’s hear it for the girls!
Male readers of this blog: Avert your eyes. I need to talk to the girls about … well … the girls. Saturday afternoon found me shopping for bras in Macy’s. Time, Tide and my new Body by Jazzercise made the excursion necessary. The old undergarments were no longer holding up their end of the bargain and I needed … Continue reading
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