For my final hip hop class in this series, I convinced Evie to be part of my posse. Remember, Evie and I were served nearly one year ago. I knew we wouldn't get served in this class, even if she laughed the entire class. I also dragged her along because she's a great workout partner, and she's been in enough dance class with me to know what I'm talking about when I say the teacher doesn't start on the one.
When I was a girl and we first had segregated physical education classes, I remember the girls teaching one another the Running Man in the locker room one day when we were supposed to be changing. I watched and considered learning, somehow sensing it would be useful to know for survival later in life. I ignored my Spidey sense, threw on my leather jacket, and walked cool all the way out of the gym.
Last night the Running Man appeared in our warm up. I guess that's something I should've taken the time to learn over half a lifetime ago. Since it was in the warm up, there was no explanation of how to do it; we were just supposed to know it. Oops. I thought I'd get remedial Running Man lessons in the series since it is hip hop for beginners.
Like the last hip hop class I attended (pre-cooties), I laughed, had fun and burned calories. I can't say I'd recommend this as a series since the weekly content doesn't build. Each class is self-contained. It's fine for a workout, but it's not a class for learning technique you can mix and match to apply in the real world.
I think if Evie and I got served on the street we'd look like a couple ridiculous cheerleaders after last night's combination.