Last night my sister-in-law T and I had our very first Zumba class. This is offered through TDSB Continuing Education program. It is $78.00 for 11 classes. It is held every Wednesday night at 8:30 pm.
I picked T up at 8:00 to give us enough time to get there and chill out for a little bit before it started – the high school it is held in is big – huge! We got lost immediately. Walked around the building for a while and finally found our entrance. When we walked into the gym, we expected to find all these PYT’s (Pretty young things) instead we found about 15 older women. That made us EXTREMELY happy. We would not be the worst dancers in class we could now assume.
Our instructor walked in and she is PYT to the max! Hot Zumba body, full of energy! I was excited – I mean one Zumba class and my butt would look like her’s right??? Ummmm…not so much.
She started the class right away playing up beat music, we formed three lines (T and I entered the second line so as not to stand out, but still be close enough to see the instructor). The first song, I felt pretty good, no weird moves that were foreign or too difficult to master. I was sweating hard though and we had only gone 5 minutes into class. We both knew we were in trouble.
After 15 minutes I was DYING. I had to get a drink. The moves got more and more complex shaking my boobs, butt and coordinating my hands and feet is MUCH more difficult than I assumed. I kept staring at the instructors booty and kept going, hoping for a cute bubble butt by the end of class.
The moves got so complicated (for me anyway) that I just kept moving, but nowhere near to the moves she was suggesting. The music was great, my heart was pounding and I was pretty sure I was going to pass out in the gym, but all the other women were moving, so I did as well. About halfway through class we got a 2 minute break to grab water. Then we kept going.
At one point I was in the middle of a turn where I shake my hips and twist my feet with my hand in the air like I’m riding a cowboy – I mean horse – and I noticed an older woman behind me had on no shirt. She had come in with a zippered hoodie and now – half way through my hour of excercise she was in a bra. Hoodie unzipped. WO! I don’t know what she was thinking, why she was wearing just a bra, but she was and she was shaking **everything**…you go Grandma! FIST PUMP!
By the end of class I was exhausted, sweating and felt – great actually. I also felt like I would never go to a club again because I cannot dance. I have no rhythm, can’t follow a beat and don’t understand how I’ve been clubbing for over ten years now??
However, when T and I got in the car, we both realized if we kept at it, we could go to any Caribbean Island and shake what our momma’s gave us and attract some seriously positive attention! Or embarrass ourselves and be voted off the island Survivor style – either way it’ll be a great time.
I like Zumba, I don’t love it yet, because I feel uncoordinated and inept, but I hope after 11 weeks, that may not be the case, so next Wednesday I’ll be there with T shaking my tail feather hoping for better results – and a cute little bubble butt.
Today I was sure I would wake up sore and unable to move – but now, since I feel okay, I am thinking that will be tomorrow’s fun. However – I am off work tomorrow so I am free to moan and groan in my
swimming pool bath tub. YAY