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      <title>Is Your Workout Age-Appropriate? – WSJ</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Coming on the one-year anniversary of life inside a bell jar, I squinted into my laptop and watched a woman undulate and flick her hair to the dancehall-inflected sounds of Doja Cat. “&lt;em&gt;One, two, three, four; one, two, three, four! Body rooolllll, and booty, booty!”&lt;/em&gt; Dressed in chalk-blue pajama shorts and a long-sleeved black bodysuit, my virtual trainer Emily Diers fell somewhere on the spectrum between Doris Day and Jane Fonda. My 43-year-old body, a decade older than hers, was clad in nothing but a T-shirt and cotton underpants. I couldn’t help but take a video of the you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me choreography to send to my best friend. “I’m doing these moves, in my own tragic way,” I wrote in a state of energized disbelief. I pressed &lt;em&gt;send&lt;/em&gt;, and then I got back to it.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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