where everybody is a J.LO

Tuesdays and Saturdays, I have cardio dancing classes. It’s held in a big room and more often than not, the class is jam-packed.

Its one hour of high cardio workout and our trainer is a small built European. She speaks very bad English but she is very sweet and a great dancer…and I forgot to mention...very very pregnant.

In that class you find all kinds and shapes of women-skinny, shapely, plump, fat, talkative, reserved, shy and outright bizarre.

We dance for some popular numbers by the likes of J.lo and Shakira…and some Latin dance numbers.

For that one hour these group of women forget household chores kids, work pressures, lousy lovers ...old husbands and just enjoy themselves.

I forget to mention...that there are two very brave men who attend these classes. It’s not easy being in a group of women who let their hair down and just have fun. It can be pretty intimidating. But those guys have fun…they look particularly cute when they try to immitate the moves when the trainer goes “Ladies, feel sexy”! (That’s when you kind of trace your body contours)

The age of the participants range from 65 to 15…and in that one hour we all forget the differences and are just pagan goddesses celebrating the gift of movement.

There are two or three women who do their own dance steps. They do a Macarena when the whole class is swaying their butts...and swirl when the whole class is doing a mambo. They are distracting but also mighty amusing.

Then when the trainer plays J.Lo’s “Lets get loud”, everybody dances in sync…and everyone comes out of their shell…and grooves and moves as if each one of them had a J.Lo inside them.To feel sexy..is almost a need for a woman. Some of us hide and are scared of that need and some of us embrace that need. And dancing is such a nice way of putting those fears behind you.

Once the class is over….you will see women...red, drenched in sweat...eyes sparkling...and radiating joy. We hug ourselves and scream “super!”

Last week in between dances, the woman standing behind me said “Gal! You move your butt so well...wish I could move the same way!”

Now, I can die happy.