She was kind of peddling the elliptical in a manner fitting for an elliptical machine, but that didn’t matter… girlfriend had turned it into a dance floor!
You know, when you go dancing and the floor is packed, you really don’t need a lot of square footage to get your groove on. For those of us gifted with grooviness, we don’t have to have a lot of foot action as the rhythms take over our whole body. Like it or not, pretty or not… it’s our show and away we go!
Wiggle Waggle Womp! <— I do not know exactly what that is; it just happened.
While I haven’t gone club-hopping in many moons, I was thoroughly entertained the other day by a fellow Gym Goer’s thoroughness in making sure that whatever song she was listening to got FULLY expressed through movement. While going through the motions of being on an elliptical machine, somehow she was possessed by Beyonce and delivered a gym stopping highly entertaining performance.
She had on a pair of grey spandex shorts; stretched to their maximum capacity, with an equally tight top. Her hair was piled high on top. It was Chaka Khan‘ish, and her complexion was radiant. Full figured, fully beautiful, and in full motion.
… lots and lots of motion …
She was two rows in front of me to the left. Overall, about 40 feet away. She caught everyone’s attention because with, and I am not kidding, the amount of body rolling hip swaying she was doing… it’s a bonafide miracle she didn’t fall off that machine. Not only that, even though she didn’t fall off, I was concerned she might take out the people to her right and left through second-hand centrifugal force! She was not singing out loud, but she might as well of been; her nonverbals and lip-synching would have put any Pop Princess to shame.
She was totally feeling that song. I mean feeeeeeling it … deep within her soul feeling it.
When she got to a really heated verse, out whipped the pointy-fingered-neck-swivel that let you know… she was not one to be trifled with!
I have to admit… this part of her performance made me chuckle out loud.
When she eventually climbed down off the elliptical, the concert was over. A few other gym goers actually yelled to her, “HEY! HEY!!!… what song where you listening to?” She smiled and took out her ear buds. I didn’t hear her response, but I was impressed that she didn’t act shy at all. She had a short conversation with them. Smiling, she confidently left the cardio area.
I am happy that I am not the only one to ever get busted for holding my own concert while on the elliptical machine. My specialty is air-guitar.