1. Xbox Kinect.
This was ostensibly for the Princess, who does love to play Fruit Ninja, wherein she can jump and flail and karate chop like a maniac, splattering digital fruit all over the television screen, and Kinectimals, wherein she can befriend, train, pet, and play with a digital tiger or bear cub.
|His name is Nemo.|
This is all well and good. But then I went and bought Dance Central 2, because I'd been told it was "fun." This is a direct quote.
2. An elliptical.
Now. I should clarify that my husband bought the elliptical. For himself. Some kind of get-in-shape New Year's resolution or something. I made no such resolution. I never made any promises to work out on said elliptical, or to refrain from sitting on the couch eating ice cream and watching The Bachelor in my Snuggie while he works out on said elliptical. These terms were understood by all parties prior to the purchase of the elliptical.
But then I went and bought Dance Central 2. Because I'd been told. It was fun.
And somehow Dance Central 2 became some kind of weapon between us. He would get up off the couch and announce he was going to "work out," and look pointedly at my unopened Dance Central 2 box.
"What?" I'd say. "I don't feel like playing that right now. The Bachelor is on."
"You bought it, you'd better play it."
"I will! When I'm in the mood."
"You don't see me saying I'm not in the mood for the elliptical, do you?"
"What? Shut up and go work out. I'll play the stupid game. I promise."
What's his problem? How are the elliptical and Dance Central 2 even related? I mean, he bought that thing to get in shape. I bought mine because it's a game. Because I was told it was fun. What's with the pressure and the guilt?
After a few nights of this routine, I put Dance Central 2 in the Xbox and got myself ready for some fun. I did two songs. It was slow going. I'm not a Fly Girl, ok? I'm just a 30-year-old white mother of two with an Xbox Kinect. I own a Snuggie. And I use it. Often. I am not up for any hip hop awards. OK?
But I went through the step-by-step tutorial modes, learning the moves one at a time, then dancing the songs to the best of my ability. It felt...familiar. Kind of...like I'd done this before. Oh, the top 40 soundtrack was new, the hip cartoon street dancers were new.
|I'm looking at you, white girl. You call those moves?|
But the basic experience...
I'm doing a freaking aerobics video.
And I promised to keep doing it. Regularly.
What just happened??
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