Some of my earliest memories are of my mother sashaying around our living room, holding two white five lb. weights that were each the size of a toddler. Almost every morning I would join her as she did her monkey arms, turkey tail feathers, and grapevines (all slightly behind the beat). We would jig and salsa together in ways that resembled neither, because the trim and bubbly woman in a jewel-toned turquoise leotard told us to.

I’m speaking, of course, of Jane Fonda and her Complete Workout.

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