Let’s just say I now know why all the women taking the Zumba class at my gym are skinny. Oh, yeah…I joined a gym. And, I’ve got a personal trainer for the next 6 weeks. Go me!
Anywho, I chose to start some group fitness courses and started back at the gym with a Zumba class. This is funny, because I haven’t actually done an aerobics class in, er, probably 4 years…SCARY! For a while there I was just doing cardio by jogging or using a treadmill, so I just didn’t do any classes.
Zumba sounded interesting and I used to be a dancer (not the bar kind, although I won’t deny in my younger years I’ve
danced on a seen a bar or two.) So, I packed my bag and the baby and we went to the gym. When I walked in the room I was like, “Where’s all the post-partum mommas in da house!” (no I didn’t!) But, I did scan the room for the ones that didn’t look Zumba-ish, whatever that is, and found none. NONE. Not one overweight or momish looking lady in the room. They were all skinny, in shape, and one was even wearing a french twist! The oldest looking woman in there had on jazz shoes and actually kind of looked like my old dance teacher, Miss Linda. Not good.
In short, that class k.i.c.k.e.d. my b.e.h.i.n.d. Seriously kicked. My face was beet red for a couple of hours afterward, but I did it. I had brief periods of times when I planned routes of escape without anyone seeing me, but I remember now why I love taking these classes [my guilt complex won’t let me leave]. So, I was stuck in the warm torture chamber until I experienced the rumba and did some salsa moves which involved moving the nether regions of my body in ways that I really hope no one was looking at through the glass. *fingers crossed*
People, I’m just happy I made it.
On another note, I got serenaded by a 5-year-old in Walmart later in the evening. It was quite sweet actually. It was a song from her favorite moooovie. Ah, the joys of Walmart!