My KC Chum commented on yesterday's post how 30 years ago we just danced the night away and forget the whole exercise thing.
Ahh, so true. The dance in the disco WAS the exercise. Trip the light fantastic to the eight minute plus "We Are Family" or try to out Travolta John Travolta. When said dance was done, take a breather for minute or two, sip the adult beverage of choice and back to the lit dance floor for more.
Yep. When going out at 10pm was just right and to get home at 4am was right on time. Because you'd get a couple hours of sleep before heading into work. Good stuff.
So since my KC Chum conjured up sweet memories and I watched John Travolta on Letterman last night--I thought why not a little Saturday Night Fever on a Wednesday?
I mean, who cares if my going out at 10pm has been replaced with the fight between my heavy eyelids and me to last at least to 10:15pm of the 10pm News.
No matter. All is good. Cue up alittle Travolta and dance.
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See! Exercise can be fun!
ahh..you are SO right! :)
The most important thing is you had fun and made sweet memories. Those make life seem so much better.
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