An EARTHY Anniversary

Hey! Hey! We're the Monkees!

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, you can find me in a high-impact aerobic dance class taught by Killer Kathe.  Now, Kathe is no Young-Think-in-Spandex; she is, though, THE Poster Child for Fitness-Over-50.  Kathe is in her early 50s, she's fit, she's active, she's creative, and she's a little bit crazy (actually, once the endorphins kick in, she's a LOT crazy).  It's a very fun class - a full hour of high impact cardio complete with jumps, spins, and kicks.

The rest of the people in my class are an eclectic mix.  Mostly, it's women - about my age, but there are a surprising number of men.  Lots of my classmates are retired; some work in health care-related fields, so have flexible hours; but a lot of us are stay-at-home-moms who just never quite found full time employment as our kids grew up.  We've all been dancing together for a long time, so we tend to be a pretty fit group.  We have fun together, we care about each other, and we laugh a lot -- AFTER working up quite a sweat.

Today, during the cool down portion of the class, Kathe had us do something she does every now and again.  She had us all line up at the back of the room to do the "Monkee Walk."  Now, I know that many of you who read this blog will know EXACTLY what that is. . .  but, just in case you don't, here's a quick tutorial:

(Hint: The "Monkee walk" happens at :05 of the video clip.)

Anyway, Kathe has us do this every once in a while, and we all know what she wants us to do.  Today, though, one of my fellow class members - Beth - turned to me afterward and said, "I don't think that's really how monkeys walk, do you?"

My jaw dropped.  She had never heard of the Monkees.  She thought it was the "monkey walk."  She is 35.

We're the young generation. . .and we've got something to say!!!!!