I am still totally addicted to this Bodyjam hip hop aerobic phenomenon, despite my better judgement. Yes, I did do the 4 hour marathon a few weeks ago, and felt pretty good after it. I'm getting to know some of the kids better, my God they're even FB buddies with me now, as I live vicariously through their party albums and sexy and single vacay pics.
But still, I think I'm officially going through a middle-age crazy stage at the moment.
I don't know if it's just age, or that the air-conditioning hasn't kicked in for spring yet, but I am getting shorter of breath and more tired during the last few weeks . And it's bugging me because the playlist for the newest dance release sounds like this and I want to just RAWK it out:
I've also been reading a few too many beauty mags aimed at the younger set. Although I'd love to dig into some really good, current reads, the couple of minutes I have just before I pass out every night only allow concentration enough to absorb the hottest nail trends for Spring 2008. As a result, I've been picking up various creams and lotions, in an effort to start some sort of skincare regimen now that it's likely already too late. Anything that says "anti-aging" is $$ucking me in (the skeptical scientist in me is sadly starting to be overtaken by the pull of the cosmetics industry's over-the-top mass marketing. Due to my increasing "fear-of-getting-old"ness, I suppose). Sigh.
But if the fierce Material Girl can look and move like this at almost 50:
then the least I can do is keep pushing it. Robaxacet and ibuprofen will just have to stay really close friends.