White Girl Can't Attempts To Dance

Okay....so most of you know that I joined the gym this summer.

And I am really glad that I did. Because I already feel better. And look better in most of my clothes.

So....yay me.

I don't really like to sweat, which is a problem when it comes to exercise, but I'm dealing.

Most days, my gym-peeps and I do weights and treadmill/elliptical stuff, but recently I mustered up the courage to try some of the classes.

I'm all up in Pilates now, and LOVE it. I hurt like the dickens after it is over, but I really love how I feel after the class.

But our gym also offers ZUMBA.

Have you heard of the ZUMBA? Oh.My.Stars.

I've seen ZUMBA a zillion times, because the room where the kids stay is just off of the room where the classes are held, and I have to say that there is only one word to describe those classes:

INTIMIDATION.

Okay. Maybe two words.

It's also CRAZY.

Because people move in that class in ways that people just should not be able to move. And I have zero coordination or dance ability, so that class has just been one that I snicker and giggle at.

Until today.

I went to ZUMBA today.

And it was the most bizarre thing that I think I have ever done.

I shook stuff I didn't know I had to shake.
And I shimmied.
And I was told it was okay, because no one was watching me.

Although, I'm pretty sure that the row of ladies behind me were trying not to snort giggle themselves out of sync with our very highly energetic instructor. Because....this white girl can't dance.

Don't know about ZUMBA?
Here. Watch this.
And then try to imagine me. Trying to do that. And not being able to.



Yah. I don't move like that.

But it was fun.

And I sweat a lot.

And we even got to dance the Cotton Eyed Joe.

But I'm thinking that if I go back, I'm going to need some nifty leg warmers so that I can channel the FAME and Flashdance love. And maybe a sweatshirt with the neck all ripped out.

Good times.