I complain a lot about how much I hate to exercise. Okay, I complain, but I still go regularly to the Y and ride the stationary bike, and I don’t complain if I’ve got a good book to read to distract me. (I know. Slacker. Shut up.) But I have been going faithfully and I never love it any more than before. I have no clue where "the zone" even is. But I keep going. And keep gritting my teeth. And just bear it.
Until last night.
I blame Carrie.
She was the one who raved about Zumba as an alternative to a regular aerobics class. And I’ve been searching for a local Zumba class near me for about the past year.
So I was delighted to find that my local YMCA (where I go anyway) would be starting Zumba classes in March.
Last night was my first class.
I proudly walk into the fitness studio to find that I’m not only the oldest person there, but the most . . . umm . . . well. . . not thin. (=D)
Never one to be shy, I position myself (where else?) in the very front row, directly behind the teeny-tiny (practically invisible, but that’s not important right now) instructor.
I could tell by the sidelong glances I was getting that they were sure I would be the first to drop, but then. . .
. . . THE MUSIC STARTED.
Salsa! Then merengue! Then mambo! Calypso! Cha-cha! (Or Cha-cha-cha as we say in Cuba. The 3 cha’s indicate the rhythm you’re supposed to be dancing to, but that’s not important right now.)
SHUT. UP.
About 30 minutes into it, I was surprised that a few people were already heading to the back door. Say what?
Me? I was IN THE ZONE, Baby!
Heck, I was BORN for this!
I can’t wait to go back on Thursday.
(Until then I’ll just amuse myself by rotating the ice-packs between each of my knees and thanking God that I survived, but that’s not important right now). 😉
Marta, I liked the zumba class I attended except for most of the music. All the great Latin music that’s out there and they play some hip-hop drivel that has a few words of Spanish thrown in? Honestly.
Mueve la colita, Mami, mueve la colita.You will put all skinny girls to shame with your Cuban goddess-ness…and drag that dancing Amy to class with you.
CF-Someone else had warned me about the hip-hop. I must have gotten lucky. I’m really looking forward to going back.
Carrie –
I’m all about the mueve, baby, but is there such a word as COLOTA? =D
Marta:God bless you! I HATE to exercise but God made me soft and doughy so I don’t have a choice. 🙁 My poison is treadmill, weights and boxing.
You have to try belly dancing. (I have a video because at the gym only people without bellies do it!) I was unaware that the abdomen had 3,419,982 individual muscles in it, all of which screamed for 3 days after the first time I did it. My 12 year old said “That’s so easy! Why are you crying?” And she tried 15 minutes of it and collapsed on the floor.
KEEP IT UP. MENEA, MENEA!
Carrie,I’m so there! I just had to make her go first to check it out. ;-D
Besos,
Amy