The Power of Dance, The Responsibility of Robax
Hey Mom! So this is probably going to have a too-much-information vibe. It might not surprise you that I am not a trained dancer. I have all the grace and coordination of a dizzy octopus. I do, however, do a zumba style workout once a week in the privacy of my home in order to expand my arsenal of sick moves. More specifically, in bathroom with the door locked, in my underwear (told you it was too much information). The reason for this is that I know what I look like dancing and if someone saw me stumbling around, 14 steps behind the youtube lady and her class of spandex clad super humans, I would die. The reason why I do it in my underwear is because I'm already in the bathroom and then I don't have to wash workout clothes... your typical lose-win situation. Now before I get into the rest of this story I would like to inform you of the following: I WAS STONE-COLD SOBER THE ENTIRE TIME. It was late, we had some music on and I thought to myself You know what would be