When I am Jazzercising, I feel like I look like this:
But I bet I look more like this:
But that's OK, because I am gettin' my sweat on and building muscles.
Now, onwards to the Non-Scale Victory (NSV):
Yesterday in Jazzercise class, a random woman who sometimes stands behind me (who also seriously needs to rethink her personal safety circle -- a close-stander I tell 'ya), said to me:
"I like being behind you in class because you know how to do the dance moves right."
Didn't she just see me skip to the right while everyone else did kick-ball changes to the left?
Hmmm...I guess that my continued attempts at my top-secret project, "Become a Jazzercise Bad Ass", is coming along nicely.
The illusion is now complete.