Turbo Kickboxing?

Today, I had a 1980s experience, complete with a skinny man in spandex doing jumping jacks and screaming at the sweaty cubicle-dwellers behind him to jump! cross punch! cross kick! forwards! backwards! twist around! as fast and perkily as we could!! I could have sworn this stuff died 20 years ago.

I am so never going back. The only workout I got (I apologize in advance for being a workout snob here) was sweating because it was so damn hot in the room. But my heart rate? Still snoozin'. Now I know, I must spin, and only spin, from here on out.

Note to self: be extremely choosy about aerobics classes.