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Over 1500 inmates doing the Michael Jackson Thriller dance (strangely appropriate, no?) in the Cebu Provincial Prison in the Phillipines are on to something – exercise that doesn’t feel like exercise. It feels like… fun. Actually, it’s probably the most entertainment they’ve had in months and they’re surprisingly good. Somewhere Michael is smiling – but only a little, gotta watch the nose.
But I’m not here to talk about convicts’ social lives. Or Michael Jackson. (Although that’s a story that almost writes itself.) Last night my husband and I went dancing (kid free!!) for three glorious hours. We didn’t sit down once. We did East Coast Swing. Jitterbug. The Charleston. Salsa. Merengue. The Hustle. The Electric Slide. Disco. The Twist. And… yes, we actually learned the Thriller Dance! I’m, um, thrilled.
When we got home I discovered, much to my chagrin, that my cute LBD – that’s little black dress for any of you men that are still reading – was soaked with sweat, all the way down to puddles in my 4-inch stilettos. I checked out my damp hair and smeared makeup in the mirror and wondered how on earth that had happened. The dance hall wasn’t warm. In fact it was downright cold if you listen to our friends that didn’t want to dance & just sat at the tables. (Side note: why go “dancing” to just sit at the table??)
What had happened was something I like to call Stealth Exercise. It’s when you are just having fun, hopefully a lot of it, and the exercise just sneaks in there when you’re not looking. I’ve experienced Stealth Exercise whilst hiking, rock climbing, mall walking, backpacking Europe, and chasing toddlers through Target among other activities. The best part about Stealth Exercise is you get all the calorie burn with none of the “work” – it just feels like playing. Really, all our work outs should be this way, don’t you think?
I didn’t wear my heart rate monitor last night. It didn’t go with my dress! But judging from all the sweat and my soreness today (4-inch heels, people!) I’m betting it was a calorie torcher.
Now I want to know all about about YOUR Stealth Exercises. Do you secretly Irish Jig? Do you play acrobatic bingo? Do you WWF in your backyard? I want to know! (And 5 points for the first person to mention s-e-x. Just don’t give us details. Stealth Nausea is not fun.)