#bodyjam

"It's like cycling and dancing together," I was told.

Except it's mostly cycling, innit?

I mean, there are only so many moves you can bust on a stationary bike.

It just wasn't dancey enough for me. This is gonna sound weird but Zumba isn't even dancey enough for me. It's a little too much step-touch-step-touch-now-with-the-arms. In other words, aerobics.

Which are fine. I like aerobics OK. They get the heart rate up. Look at this bouncy fucker.

OMG, take a pulse, you bouncy fucker!

What is dancey enough, you ask? Well, dance classes, but they tend to be at inconvenient times if you're not 5 to 12 years old. Most dance studios I've been to are like, "Yeah, we have adult classes! At 9:15pm and 2:00am."

About ten years ago, I did find one gym that had an amazing class. It was ostensibly an exercise class, but we legit learned dance routines. Cool ones. Of different styles. I loved it. It was/is a product of Les Mills, some Australian dude who started a gym and now is the figurehead of an international fitness company. The dance class is called BodyJam. (You've probably heard of BodyPump or BodyCombat? Same blokes and sheilas produce those.) I looooooooooved BodyJam. Alas, it's not nearly as ubiquitous as Zumba or Jazzercise, so I'll probably give those two a shot again here soon because some dance is better than no dance.

YOU GUYS, I JUST LOVE TO DANCE.

Wait.

I was supposed to be talking about spinning. Whoops.

Spinning!

Was it a good workout? Yes. Did I sweat buckets? Fuck yes. Did I stand all the time when I was supposed to? Nope. Did it burn the shit out my quads when the instructor said, "Isolate! Just legs! Don't let your upper body go up and down!"? Roger that. Would I do it again? Eh, maybe.