It is so official. Steve Wozniak is a better dancer than I. Well, maybe. Goodness gracious! If I think of all the times I've been out dancing and most likely the victim of people-watching (one of my favorite past-times), I cringe to think of how I looked.
Worked late tonight and didn't get home until after 8 pm, and I had really wanted to go for a run and raise my heart rate -- do something really active and cardio. Watching "Dancing with the Stars" while eating leftover pizza inspired me to find the "Dance Off the Inches: Fat Burning Jam" workout that I streamed on Netflix. I will rate that only 3 stars.
My coordination is awful. I already knew that I should stay away from step aerobics because I have a freakish fear of tripping and falling over the step in the middle of the routine in a class with strangers where other strangers in the gym can see me through the window. I am so far away from being on "Dancing with the Stars." How do people on that show even get started? I have a new respect for Lil' Kim (who was kicked off tonight and it almost made me cry; not because I am sad for Lil' Kim but because it really seemed emotional).
In the end, I burned about 156 calories in my living room and worked up a sweat. I don't remember being so uncoordinated during four years of ballet and tap dancing, three years of Junior Cotillion and two years of cheerleading.
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