I did NOT want to get suited up to go out and walk today, so I did the next best thing:
I got out my iPhone, set my timer for thirty minutes, shuffled through my “aerobic” playlist and danced from one end of my apartment to the other.
My feet are a bit sore – note to self: put on shoes with orthotics in them before going hog wild to 80’s punk!
It’s OK, there were no witnesses – no children were terrified by this brazen display of middle-aged insanity, and yes, I do feel much better after I burn up the rug.
Great song for burning through the glucose: Burning Down the House – Talking Heads
