One day, our instructor (whose name I've forgotten - has it been that long?) came in and set up, then saw a spider and screamed. In unison, we as a class stepped forward and threw our fists in the air to begin the first routine, thinking the music had already started.
Cindy! That was her name!
I'll never forget how funny that was.
We also had routines set to Dee-Lite's "Groove in in the Heart," Madonna's "Vogue" and Steve Miller's "Jet Airliner," among others I've likely forgotten.
Occasionally, Cindy would decide that it was a good day for a "power-walk," so instead performing of our usual workout routines we would take a very brisk walk along the running paths behind the school. I hated those. Once, my friend Stephanie and I were in the ladies' room before class and when we came out, everyone was gone, on a power-walk. We'd signed in, and were therefore counted as present, so we got in Stephanie's car and went to the Quik-Trip for Koolees and Butterfingers. Having fueled up, we decided to go see a movie. We went to see Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey. Afterward, no one seemed to notice we had ever been gone.
After that, every time we heard Cindy say "power-walk," Stephanie and I went to the ladies' room. I must have seen Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey seven or eight times that semester. I was never counted absent from aerobics class.
KISS's "God Gave Rock 'N' Roll to You" still brings a tear to my eye.
