I'm just going to say it: Richard Simmons and his short-shorts will kick your butt.
Above: A lean, mean, killing machine.
You'll spend the first five minutes laughing at him, and the rest of the workout going, "Oh crap, did he really just do a grapevine and am I on the wrong foot I screwed up this whole thing and I CAN'T EVEN DANCE HE'S GOING TOO FAST."
But bless him, he's so darned happy that you're ready to kick your flabby bits to the curb, buy a sparkly tank top and pinstriped short-shorts and pay that ish forward.
I know I will.
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