A new dance club fitness studio opened near my office recently. I decided to risk looking ridiculous and signed up for a class to shake off my winter blahs. 

I never took dance classes growing up. (It wasn’t accessible to this former farm kid who lived miles from anywhere). But I loved to groove to Jazzercise VHS tapes with my mom and dad back in the ‘80s.

So far, I'm having fun stumbling through the hip-hop and...