I was all set to head out for yoga and ballet yesterday afternoon, even though Evie was unable to join me, until something happened: it rained. For those who don't live in LA, this may not seem like a big deal. We don't get a lot of rain here. We have frequent flooded streets due to poor drainage when it rains. We have to replace our wiper blades twice a year because our low humidity and constant sunshine cook the rubber on our blades between seasons. We have shit (smoggy shit) and dirty roads, making street conditions even less pleasant. Since this is a driving town, most folks want to just get the hell home when it rains so we don't get stuck someplace and don't spend a couple hours making a commute that usually takes 20 minutes. We're really damn impatient.
I found myself at home, enjoying the smell of the rain for a few moments when I took my dogs out before rushing in to warm up by the heater. I decided to hit "Dance Off the Inches: Calorie Blasting Party" on Netflix instant. I did break a sweat and could mark another hash in my tally.
I'm generally terrible with aerobics and fitness dance. I think a grapevine should be called a grapevine and not a 'crosswalk.' A step-ball-change needn't be dumbed down to a 'rock & roll.' I'm also not a fan of the faux best buds friendship that some instructors try to use in their videos (like "we're having such a party, girlfriend!". There were things I didn't quite get and I looked like a total dork. I did burn calories and get my heart rate up, but this is not a favorite video.