Deep aerobics y’all.

We got tickets and that evening we experienced and became masters of the art form of Deep Aerobics. It is deep. Trust.

So my urge slash itchiness slash infection with being active and doing fun things has continued on strong! The Fringe Festival is in Dublin at the moment and I liked it on Facebook to keep up with the goings on.

Sunday afternoon a post comes up on my newsfeed with these AMAZING photos of people having a great time dancing under all of these crazy lights and things. So I click on it, naturally. It says join Miguel Guitterez (spelling?! Ahhh) for some deep aerobics. Fabulous. I’m in. And I could think of the perfect person to rope into this journey with me! So I went for it πŸ™‚ and she agreed!

What was it like? I’ll try to explain it:
It’s outside in this square slab of concrete called the meeting house square. At the top of the square is a large raised stage that is lit up with all these fluorescent lights that shine over the square. There was definitely a fog machine somewhere as well. As you enter the square, a rush of colorful leggings and leotards, uv paint and rhinestones, glittery hair and face paint along with a few prom dresses, sweatbands and legwarmers smacks you in the face and you realize you’ve been hit with an 80s flash back. Duhhhh this is aerobics after all!

The main attraction is a man with a microphone, wearing a tie dye speedo with both a banana peel and a garbage bag hanging out of it. A nice pair of high socks accented his bare legs and his bare chest was covered in an interesting toga type shirt. His face was adorned in face paint and glitter and his head held a clontarf rugby helmet (backwards mind you) with a pretty yellow balloon attached to it.

He walked around the room, with techno and rock music blaring and he spoke through the microphone, promoting us for the next two hours as we ran around, jumped up and down, spun around, flailed our bodies all over the place, pretended to die a few times, lie on the ground a few times made a few friends. All the while he had us shouting out various things with accompanying movements:

No, no, no, yes, yes, yes, maybe, maybe, maybe, my arms are able to reach into spaces my eyes can’t see. Why, why, why? AHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH HAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA, there is only one nation, imagination.

Yep. That’s a good summary. Apart from the fact that it was definitely one of the weirdest things I’ve ever done. And one of the most liberating. Let’s not forget that part. One of the very few times in my adult life that I’ve been able to scream out loud without consequences. I felt elated after. It was weird but it was wonderful. And now I’m a certified deep aerobics master hehehe πŸ™‚ good times.

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