Since the big remodel, there’ve been TV sets scattered
throughout the locker room at my health club. And, come to think of it, there
are TVs all over the workout area too, including those cute individual sets
that keep me amused while I sweat on the treadmill. Seems as though fitness and
electronic media go hand in hand.
That’s not a new phenomenon, of course. In fact, there’s a
long history of firm-bodied professionals taking to the airwaves to preach the
gospel of fitness. Back when I was a kid, my weight-conscious mother would flip
on the Jack LaLanne Show, hoping to lose unsightly flab by exercising along
with the jumpsuited guru on our living-room Zenith. My sister and I found LaLanne
hilarious, and liked to mock his sentimental closing song. If memory serves, it
was crooned to the tune of “O Sole Mio” (“It’s time to leave you/ Let’s say
goodbye/ These precious moments/ Just seem to fly”). To us LaLanne was
insufferably cornball, but he inspired many a restless housewife to at least think about getting in shape.
Needless to say, there’ve been many televised exercise kings
(and queens) since. Richard Simmons, for one, has parlayed his zany brand of
fitness into game show appearances, talk shows, and commercials, along with frequent
TV and movie roles.
But it’s always surprising to go to my gym for an exercise
class and meet an instructor who seems to be auditioning for a major Hollywood
gig. That’s how I felt when I chanced to attend a “Dance with Me” class led by
Billy Blanks Jr. and his actress-wife Sharon Catherine. The two make a charming
couple, and lots of gym rats turn out for their high-energy danceathons. And
it’s undeniably fun to form a big circle and cheer for classmates who are
strutting their stuff. Only later do you realize that – much as you enjoy their
sessions – you’ve spent a fair amount of time simply watching other people
bring it on. Which is not exactly the point, right?
Today my usual Zumba class had a substitute teacher, Derrick
J. Garcia, who was Hollywood all the way. Before starting, this dynamo
immediately presented his credentials: he told us he’s the Zumba instructor on
TV’s The Biggest Loser, and dances
professionally at Richard Simmons events. He then launched into a blisteringly
fast set of dance moves, accompanied by almost non-stop patter. Many of his
references were show-bizzy: Oprah, Beyoncé, Mr. Miyagi from The Karate Kid (“Wax on, wax off”) Not
to mention suggestive, like encouraging us to shake “that junk in the trunk.” Derrick’s
moves were often embellished by shimmies, naughty wiggles, and unabashed mugging: he repeatedly
crossed his eyes for us, and probably twerked too. In fact, I concluded that Derrick
is in line to be the Cal Worthington of fitness. Like Worthington, who’s sadly
gone on to that big used-car lot in the sky, he would probably stand on his
head to achieve his goal: getting us moving.
If Derrick is Cal Worthington for the exercise set, he cribs
a bit of Oprah too. At the end of class we were required to look in the big
mirrors and recite affirmations: “I am beautiful . . . strong . . . kind . . .
smart.” Fifty sweaty Zumba enthusiasts stumbled out of the workout room in a
happy daze, feeling (though surely not looking) like a million bucks.
In the locker room a friendly older lady paused to consider
Derrick’s metrosexual appeal. Said she, “There’s men and there’s women. He’s the next generation.” Yes, and definitely
ready for his close-up.
