Exercise is a way of life for many Americans. Whether it’s Curves, Swerves, or Yoga Booty Ballet, we like to get out there and make our muscles tough and buff. I used to love dance classes: jazz, tap, modern – actually, that’s a lie. I did not love modern. That class was a little too airy-fairy for me. When the instructor said, “Now turn yourself into a flower blossom and float over to your neighbor’s garden,” this little blossom just floated right out of the studio and never went back.
Benni and I took some ballroom dancing courses. We learned swing, fox trot, and some rumba, but never worked our way up to salsa. That’s still on my to-do list.
I’ve also enjoyed Yoga classes: the serene atmosphere, the gentle spinal stretches and the soothing chants. During the guided relaxation, I was, for the first time in my life, able to reach a true meditative state – if snoring with your mouth open while spittle runs down your chin can be called a true meditative state.