Does anyone else miss the good old days of a workout tape, played on your VCR? I do. For a while there, it seemed like every celebrity wanted to leave their everyday clothes behind and throw on a neon thong unitard or a matching tracksuit and just give it all they had to get you in shape. Fuck, it was glorious.
There was no judgement, so sense of fashion, just sweating to the beats of the ’80’s and ’90’s, which was the contemporary music then. These were a beautiful disaster, and I’m not going to lie, the source of the sexual awakening of my pre-teen self, when I found my mom’s copy of a Fonda workout. Now a neon body suit and those fuzzy socks that only cover your calf, are the only things that gets me up for a workout.
Let’s get physical indeed!