I am a Jazzerciser. Is that how one says it? I go to Jazzercise, or I attend jazzercise classes. So I am a ______? Jazzette? J-girl? Dancing Queen? A lady in her 30's trying to be Lady Gaga at the superbowl? (Born this way is my current favorite Jazzercise song). Who knows?
I have been a Jazzhander on and off for the past decade. My neighbor introduced me and like a cat I keep coming back. This February there was a Jazzercise challenge -- 30 classes in 37 days with the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow being a limited edition, while supplies last, white jazzercise tank with the logo "Too Fit to Quit." As a child of the 80's and 90's how could I not NEED this tank??? Instead of gang hand symbols I spent elementary school learning MC Hammer's 2 Legit 2 Quit so well that almost 30 years later my muscle memory is still on top of it.
And so today was a momentous occasion. After a double header of regular jazz followed by strength jazz I had achieved the brass ring of Jazzing - 30 classes in 21 days with 2 weeks to spare and am now the proud owner of a tank that would make Kelly Kapowski jealous.
I also worked on some art.