Do you ever have somebody sweep into your life that is filled with positive light energy and they just start your day off right? That’s Rebecca, my Boogie Boxing teacher. Mistress of Movement there to your right.
Now I’ve taken lots of classes: yoga, step, advanced step, major advanced step, ballet, salsa, ballroom, hula, line dancing, hip-hop, strip-hop, two-stepping, pole dancing, Tai Chi, Tae Kwon Do—you name it. If it’s a movement class, I’ve done it. But Rebecca’s class was different. It was one of the best classes I’ve ever taken. One minute you’re grooving to Fergie and the next your “calypsoing” to the Fathers of Latin and cooling down to “Lady in Red.” (I don’t think I’ll ever be able to listen to that again without standing in the first position.)
Rebecca’s hybrid class mixed boxing with salsa, rumba, hip-hop, ballet, yoga, weights, the ball—a potpourri of movement mania all packed into one hopping little hour on Friday mornings. It was just what I needed to launch the weekend, and when we were in town, I never missed it. I know I am not the only one who is sad to see her go.
But, alas, her little gymnasts await, and they need her light, too.
Farewell, Rebecca. My Fridays won’t be the same without you, and “Guts and Butts” will have nothing on your “Boogie Box”!