My friend Jessica and I shimmied and scuttled to the rhythm of Enrique Iglesias and Hannah Montana during an hour-long session of unabashed cardio. Roughly 10 women, from 14 to 49, came, and they all left laughing.
Which was great to see.
Most women in my community, my age and older, devote themselves to their home. They spend all day cleaning and cooking and watching their kids. Aside from the occasional gossip session with a neighbor or girlfriend, they lack any real opportunity to hang out and just be women.
On Saturday, I leaned in close and said in a low voice to the women that since no men were present, we were going to work on a problem area we all struggle with. They all busted out in dry heaves at the site of me bending forward with my arms out and then squeezing my glutes and clenching my fists as I stood back up.
They then started cracking what I assumed to be dirty jokes to each other while making fun of my pirated Buns-of-Steel moves.
And it was really cool to see. Men in our village have their sports clubs and cock fights and drinking circles. But the women are truly lacking a community. And during the class, they weren't thinking about their kids or their homes or what they were going to make for dinner. They were laughing and finding fellowship with other women.
They said they really enjoyed the class, and several have already swung by my place to make sure there would be another. Believe it or not, I've even caught some of them doing wall push-ups in their living rooms.
I hope they stick with it. Whether they lose weight or not, they're finding a community. And I think that's worth way more than a couple kilos.
... Though that would be nice, too.
While shuffling, shoes were optional.
Not, in fact, the Buns of Steel move.
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