My journey with aerobics began when I was around 13 or 14, thanks to a Jane Fonda record that I adored. I was captivated by Jane—her stylish tights and vibrant leg warmers. I never quite grasped why my babysitter’s mom disapproved of her; my mom hinted it was related to the Vietnam War.
I remember playing that record in my pastel-colored room, adorned with floral Laura Ashley wallpaper and plush carpeting. I would leap around, entertaining my pet goldfish, Sparky and Luna, who I swore danced along with me to the rhythm. Sadly, four years later, when I left for college, they didn’t fare well; my family seemed to forget about them.
Eventually, I graduated to a local aerobics studio called “Fit & Fab,” which was just a short walk away. Oh, I had the leotard! My mom took me to a department store, and we picked out a bright purple one. I paired it with some Reebok high-tops, shiny shorts, blue eye shadow, and Revlon’s Silver City Pink lipstick.
My love for aerobics blossomed over the years. I was never particularly sporty—while I was a decent swimmer, competing was a different story. Yet, aerobics made me feel active and lively. In college, I planned my schedule around the IU Fit program at the student center. During summer breaks, my parents didn’t understand why I was upset about missing aerobics classes. They insisted I work instead. My brother and I shared a car, and since he worked later, I often missed my favorite classes. Sometimes, I would persuade a high school friend to drive me home, even if it meant going slightly out of his way. If I got home in time, I could borrow my mom’s car to make it to class.
As I entered my late 20s, life became more complicated, and aerobics faded from my routine. We drifted apart, and I lost track of that cherished purple leotard. By then, Jane was just a distant memory, along with Sparky and Luna. I was now dealing with divorce, real-life challenges, and rebuilding my world.
This past summer, a friend convinced me to try a Jazzercise class. Walking into that studio felt like stepping back in time. Some things felt familiar—the lively atmosphere, the upbeat instructor, and the predominately female crowd. The music pulsed, and the instructor’s encouraging words filled the air.
But I was different now.
I carry a little more weight, the pinched nerve in my foot aches, and my knees protest movement. There’s no way I’d squeeze into a leotard today. After having twins at 40, my wardrobe consists of worn-out yoga pants and a family reunion t-shirt that proudly proclaims “Proud to Be Italian!”—which often leaves people skeptical of my heritage.
There’s something special about rekindling a first love. In class, it feels like I’ve returned home. I might not look glamorous while Jazzercising, but I feel fantastic. I can still move with enthusiasm! I’m more relaxed about attending, simply grateful for any time I can carve out from family and work. When I can’t make it to class, I often find myself dancing around the kitchen, showing off my new moves. My family is so fortunate!
Aerobics and I are back together. I canceled my unused gym membership and bought a Jazzercise pass. I’m even contemplating new workout clothes—maybe even some fresh blue eye shadow!
I heard that Jane has just released her exercise video on DVD. I should definitely check that out.
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In summary, my journey with aerobics has been a nostalgic and revitalizing experience. From my teenage days with Jane Fonda to rediscovering that love in Jazzercise, it’s been a remarkable evolution.