Last night, I attended a Zumba class at my old gym with a bunch of friends from my town. We were all Zumba newbies, so I didn’t feel so nervous about the whole thing. I knew I was in the room with people who were just as nervous as me.
I brought my camera because I was planning on having someone take a few pics / videos of the gals in action.
Then we started.
And I didn’t know what the HELL I was doing.
And that thought flew right out the metaphorical window.
Apparently, I have no rhythm. And I mean NONE. I thought I was able to dance to a beat. I thought I could hold my own… but that is SO NOT TRUE. It was comical. At one point, I just started dancing because I couldn’t do what she was doing. Or by the time I finally figured out the step, we were all moving onto the next move.
It was hilarious.
The best part was I kept thinking the class was over. The song would stop – I would clap (wishful thinking I guess) and then another one would start. For one hour, I made a complete fool out of myself. BUT I had a really good time and we all laughed a ton – which means a really great hour if you ask me.
Of course, after all that hard work was over, a dozen of us went to a Japanese restaurant for some appetizers and drinks. Basically, everything I burned off went right back in my mouth!!
DO you Zumba? Does it get easier? I really did have a lot of fun. I would be open to trying it again.