Day 2 of Jazzercise started exactly the way all great adventures start:
with questionable sleep,
a clock moving way too fast,
and me cramming myself into workout clothes while muttering things that probably shouldn’t be repeated in polite company.
After a night that included an emergency 2:00 AM ice cream expedition (because apparently missing midnight lunch has consequences), I wasn’t exactly operating at peak efficiency.
But the plan was simple:
show up, move, and worry about the details later.
The first crisis of the morning was wardrobe-related. I had somehow ended up wearing a Land Before Time shirt and dinosaur earrings. This led to a brief moment of panic where I wondered if a room full of grandmas might think I was making some sort of age-related joke.
I wasn’t. I just happen to own dinosaurs and enjoy wearing them.
As it turns out, nobody cared.
In fact, the only thing anybody seemed interested in was my cat tattoo.
One of the women in class stopped in the middle of everything to come talk to me about it.
Apparently she has seven cats and immediately approved of my five.
Once she heard that the tattoo was for a rescue litter I raised from four days old, I appeared to level up in the Cat Lady Rankings.
Achievement unlocked:
Approved by the Seven-Cat Council.
It turns out cat people are everywhere. I walked into Jazzercise expecting to be the weird dinosaur-earring lady and ended up finding another rescue-cat enthusiast before class was even over.
The workout itself was no joke.
According to Fitbit:
45 minutes
378 calories burned
Average heart rate: 135 bpm
71 active zone minutes
29 minutes vigorous
4 minutes peak
In other words, these sweet little Jazzercise ladies are secretly cardio ninjas.
I’ve also reached a scientific conclusion after two classes:
These women would be absolute terrors on a pinball machine.
Everything is shoulders and thighs. If I ever get them to a Belles & Chimes tournament, the machines won’t know what hit them.
After class, I completed the most important part of the morning:
The Starbucks Carrot Method.
Instead of coffee before exercise, I flipped the script and made Starbucks the reward. After surviving the workout, collecting a new cat-friend, and proving that dinosaur earrings are apparently acceptable fitness attire, coffee tasted even better.
The final score:
✅ Showed up despite lousy sleep
✅ Survived Day 2
✅ Made a new friend
✅ Earned Starbucks
✅ Confirmed cat people are everywhere
Not bad for a morning that started with me sprinting out the door wondering if I was about to become “that weird dinosaur lady” at Jazzercise.
Turns out I was.
And it worked out just fine.
Still counts. ☕🦖🐈💪❤️
Did you miss Jazzercise #1? Read it now.