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Prancercize


I don't know why this didn't catch on in '89 (well, yes I do), but it is remarkably close to what I do in my fitness routine, albeit on the treadmill in the privacy of my own home without the galloping or cheesy music (see Rolling Stones playlist post below).  Shoulder pads notwithstanding, this Jane Fonda wannabe has a smokin' body. Don't knock it 'till you've tried it, I guess. 

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A Fan said…
LOL. BG, for real? Well, if you decide to "Prancercize" around town, be careful you don't get stopped by the LPD and carted off the LMH Psych ward. But, thanks again, the Prancerize lady's video was priceless! :-)
Cathy Hamilton said…
I haven't come up with a name for it yet, AF, but I am doing a form of dance-walking on the treadmill lately (I get bored so easily) with ankle weights on my legs even! It's not horselike, but I'm sure I resemble some kind of animal. Around town? Never!!
Marguerite said…
OMG, nothing like working out wearing a pearl choker and cardigan. Wonder what she looks like today? I use the treadmill in a club gym so have to restrain my dance moves! Singing out loud with with earbuds in has been known to happen.
I love this video so much, I can't begin to tell you. This is the greatest way to walk down the street ever. And thank God nobody will look while you're prancing.
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