Introductions? My name is Cam “Jam” Jones and I suck at these! Usually, in person, my fierce aura, blonde-colored mohawk, and innate charisma do the talking. Just envision a flamboyant, yet reserved Mr. T who pity’s many fools. We’re decades apart in age, but I can aspire to be just as iconic, can’t I? So, what is so intriguing about me? I am a certified Les Mills BODYJAM and SH’BAM fitness instructor who teaches the art of dance in a way that I would want it taught to me–with brutal authenticity and humor. Oh, yeah, and sometimes I sweat to the point that both of my areolae’s come out of hiding through my shirt. Trust me, Pamela Anderson has nothing on me in that department.
I don’t necessarily have the look of what society sees when it presents “fitness” and what it stands for. No, my abs aren’t visibly made of steel, my figure isn’t built like an adonis, and the only pack that I have isn’t a 6 or an 8, but a 12-count pack of Oatmeal Cream Pies. Strangely, I think I have a talent that makes all of those societal perspectives disappear for me. I am known as ‘Jameron’ to my students so I’d imagine that they, too, care more about my ability to connect, perform and relate to them and for them. That all being said, I guess you could classify me as the most in-shape, yet societally out of shape looking person you’ll meet. People will think what they will, but I think I am pretty darn handsome. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so why be held captive by the opinions of judgmental simpletons?
Well, this is all I have to say for now. It’s my first official post. I was nervous starting this blog, as I have dragged my heels into beginning it. But today I decided to take the first step. I don’t know where this will go or where it’ll lead, but I hope you will enjoy what I have to say–good, bad, random as all hell or otherwise. I’m a spontaneous thinker, so be prepared for anything. Let’s hope I am as entertaining to you through my words as I am through my twerking on the dance floor! Until next time.
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