One particularly challenging day at home caring for my older sister and me, she told me later, she was counting down the hours until my dad’s return from work, when she could leave for aerobics. She was intrigued at first by aerobics’ promise to help her lose the weight she had gained during her pregnancy with me, and then she found that she loved the music, the energy, the adult camaraderie. It offered a way for millions of women to feel proud of what their bodies could do, not just how they looked. Pulsing to the beat of Donna Summer and glistening with spandex, these fluorescent-lit rooms vibrated with the energy of career women and housewives bouncing in unison.Īerobics was liberation. In the early 1980s, a seismic shift took place in strip-mall storefronts that smelled of sweat and Enjoli. Revolutions don’t always happen in the streets.
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