I forgot to mention my favorite part of yesterday's Jazzercise class.
About halfway through, right when I was about to have to chase down my heart, a woman came out of nowhere (okay, she was in the line in front of me) and handed me (and everyone else) COLD WET washcloths!!! Seriously!?
I asked her if she also walked on water.
She didn't answer.
....... side note ...... I want a new name for Jazzercise. Something that won't make me cringe when I say it. Any ideas?