Let me elaborate on my Zumba experience...
Many friends have told me "You gotta try Zumba!" For those of you who have no clue what I am talking about it is an aerobics class which incorporates dancing as the cardio workout.
The stars finally aligned and the opportunity arose for me to take a Zumba class last night. I almost sat at home and ate a pizza, but for whatever reason I got my butt off the couch (well, floor, as my new place is still lacking in furniture).
I arrived right on time. Only one other girl my age was present. Then came in two large people. A married couple, I assume. Good for them for taking control of their health and working out! However, dancing fat people are my weakness.
As soon as the teacher ENTHUSIASTICALLY began the class (seriously, this was a high energy woman) I knew it was over. HOW WAS I NOT GOING TO LAUGH? How do you not laugh at a middle aged overweight male dancing, no, SHAKING HIS HIPS to Rhianna's 'Rude Boy'??? And on top of that, there was not one but TWO middle aged overweight men. One of them was obese.
It was a mentally exhausting workout from trying to look coordinated to holding in my laughter. When I would start to crack I made myself focus on my own dance moves. But then that was just a joke. I felt like I was 14 again and on the cheerleading squad. When I was a cheerleader, I was okay. I didn't look bad, but I didn't look great. I had to work to get those pep rally dance moves down! In 8th grade you want to look good, but I was never quite able to look as cool as most of the other girls when I danced. It took so much effort. Now I just accept the fact that I'm a mediocre dancer. I'm a white girl. I don't care. Now you couldn't pay me to be a cheerleader.
That said, this class gave me flashbacks of that awkward time. But then I would just look around and realize comparatively, I'm not that bad. These classes could be really good for my self esteem. But more importantly, they are great for my personal entertainment. So, I'll be back Zumba.
I'll be back.
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