Seriously, her clothes were really cool. My instructor could have been this example! If only I could swivel my body and look anything like her… wow.
I’m not sure what I was thinking when I sailed into a trial Zumba class at a local health club that morning.
Long ago, the first fitness class I ever took outside of mandatory high school PE was a ballet class my freshman year in college. I bought pink tights, a black leotard, and the slippers. Oh, the slippers. I like to tell people I dropped out because the class conflicted with a jujitsu class I was able to get into after registration closed, but the truth is… I couldn’t do the moves. I couldn’t do the moves in jujitsu either, but I yelled a lot and that seemed to cover most of my mistakes.
Standing in the front row at the instructor’s insistence, I got a good look at myself in the wall-to-wall mirror.
This is what I learned:
1. I’m not very good at doing opposite moves when the instructor faces me. I should have stood in the back and followed someone who was facing the same way.
2. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can hold comb-over bangs in place when you’re bouncing and sweating and it’s winter and the static of it all flattens them out. I looked like Two-Face (see this post if you want to know what I’m talking about and could use a real laugh) and worse, I had to stare at myself the entire time.
3. Wearing a pair of men’s gray sweatpants does not cut it no matter what you tell yourself. The whole time I could see the outline of my chapstick in my pocket, except when it fell out and rolled across the room. Duh.
4. I couldn’t see any light under my feet when I jumped. My feet simply did not leave the floor.
5. I should have taken Spanish in high school. I couldn’t understand a word of any of the songs. I liked the beat, yes, but everyone else seemed to be singing along.
6. I need a new exercise bra.
She arranged her hair in ponytails and wore a pink and black racerback tank paired with the neatest workout pants I’ve ever seen; they were black cargo pants with black and pink ribbons here and there, probably to show off the rhythmic motions. Her accessories were mesmerizing and she looked like a million bucks.
I think I’ll go back because I really want to wear that kind of getup–and look like I should. Plus, more importantly, I did sweat and I did get my heart rate up.
I just wonder if I have to pass a test before I’m allowed to wear a Zumba outfit? ~ JD here.
PS: If Zumba doesn’t work out, I might try hula-hooping and/or belly dancing.