Where have you been all my life?
I can’t believe a theater and dance girl like me took so freaking long to get her ass into a Zumba class!! I don’t know it I was just scared off by the whole group instruction thing, or maybe just because I see exercise as such a mind-numbing just me and my iPod activity, but really, I almost feel incredibly sad for myself that I let so much time elapse before I tried this aerobic activity.
In a nutshell…I LOVED IT!
My mom and I were a few minutes late into the classroom so we quickly took spots in the back row. What I realized very quickly is that there is little instruction, the routines just start and you catch on when you can and get going. Luckily, I have a dance background so I was able to pick up the steps pretty quickly. In fact, if I do say so myself, as a first timer I was able to keep up marvelously and could possibly be up toward the front in just a few more tries. I can see a ball-change from a mile away. I got this.
In what I call my past life, I danced on the stage, in costumes, in swing dresses, at Disney, in dance classes, and at Zero Gravity. I had tap shoes, and jazz shoes, and three-inch heel character shoes. I had stocking feet in late night dorm rooms blaring show tunes and hip-hop. Dancing was just as much a part of my foundation as singing was. It was who I was.
And then life hit me like a ton of bricks. I was so focused on being a good wife and mother that I kinda left the old me behind only in pictures. But when we are our truest selves, we shine, and everything around us shines too. Singing and dancing is NOT who I was but rather who I AM.
And I am someone who loves Zumba.
Zumba, you are permanently in the weekly rotation.
Group Cycle, I hate to break this to you but fuck you and the bike seat that is still plaguing me where the sun don’t shine.