Jazzercise!

I spent my morning working out with my mother... to a Jazzercise tape from 1982. I clearly remember many of the songs and moves from my childhood, watching my mother Jazzercise. Wake me up before you go-go, indeed.

Turns out my lack of hand eye coordination is not ideal for such exercise endeavors. I spent quality time doing something that mostly resembled a football shuffle. My mother got a lovely workout in just from laughing at me, I'm pretty sure.

Really, all I needed were some leg warmers.