Five, Six, Seven, Eight…

So I went to do a Drenched Cardio class aka Tae-Bo class.  They don’t like you to say Tae-Bo but it’s many of the people from the old Tae-Bo class doing moves almost identical to the moves we did in Taebo with Billy Blank’s brother Michael leading the class.  A Tae-Bo class by any other name…

I knew it was a hip hop themed class but I thought that meant more hip hop music and maybe more hip-hop inspired kicks.  In actuality it was more of a dance class.  Like a learn a routine from scratch, move by move class.  These can be fun but stopping to watch a new move every other minute isn’t exactly an intense cardio workout and you definitely don’t leave drenched.  Maybe you leave empowered by having learned a new routine you can do at the next family reunion but not drenched.

As I’m known to eat M&M Peanuts at night right before bed or to down a bag of Gold Fish as I watch the 2am Sportscenter…I was definitely in the market for a workout of the drenched variety.

I was game though.  Plus I kind of needed to baseline where I am in choreographed dancing because I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a crew together and giving MTV’s America’s Best Dance Crew a run.

That dream died in the Tae Bo studio.  I can still cut a rug but organized group dancing seems to no longer be my thing. Was it ever my thing?   I felt a bit of smugness from the quick learning regulars. But like I said I can still cut a rug.  I was just rusty with the 5,6,7,8….. I was this close to challenging them to a krump off.

You can count and step but how strong is your core.  Can you do a controlled seizure.  Can you Harlem shake huh?! Can you look like a spider is crawling down your back on rhythm!?…well, I can!

me kinda krumping…kinda