For years I have had a dream.
It strikes me that most exercise videos are excessively earnest. Perky! Sincere! Cheerleader-esque!
There seemed to be few, if any, home workout routines for people with a healthy sense of irony, and a taste for the absurd. My people.
For too long I lacked the time, the equipment, and the chutzpah to make an ass of myself, without losing 30 lbs and an ankle brace or two.
But now–thanks to the unremitting skill and attention of Terry McHugh of NovaCare Physical Therapy, and Dawn of MotherHeart Studio–my chronic knee and ankle injuries are so well-healed that I can skip, sauté and bourreé to the satisfaction of all my kitchen appliances, and the total expense of dignity.
Because nothing hurts.
EXCEPT MY BROKEN, BROKEN HEART.