Thank goodness I was not standing in front of a mirror. There was no need to see my reflection. I could feel what was happening to my body. Alone in my home office, I stood with my feet shoulder width apart, placed my thumbs on my lower back, bent my knees slightly, and attempted to pop my rear end up and down.
Almost immediately, I felt pain. The pain of twerking was not only caused by trying to move my lower back and hips like a stripper on uppers, but also because what I mistakenly thought was muscular began to shake and slap, colliding into other long-neglected parts of my body. In that moment, I realized I am too old to twerk. Continue reading