Last week was my first Zumba class and I can tell you that it is a fun and hard workout. Since my son has started pre-K, I wanted to do a little “me-time” while he is in school so I decided to actually use my YMCA membership that I have been having automatically withdrawn from my bank account every month.
I reviewed the courses that were available during the times my son was in school and yoga and zumba were my options. When I arrived for the class, I did not know what to expect. I had heard about zumba from friends on twitter but didn’t really know what it was all about. As the participants began to arrive, there was a wide range of ages from 20 years old to 70 years old. So I said to myself “Awwww…I got this”!!!
The instructor came in and she was not skinny at all so I really thought to myself “this may be a little too tame for me”. The music started and we were off. The first 10 mins was the warm up (the “hot up” for me). I looked around to be sure I was not on candid camera but this really was the class. Then two young and thin girls popped in the front of the class with pink Zumba tank tops on and began to workout like never before. The latin rhythms were thumping and the class was moving from side to side, back and forth but my underpants felt like there was lead in them. I could not jump or lift my legs. WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME??
At the thirty minute mark, I was ready to throw up the peace sign and walk out without shame. All I could think about were the ladies in the arthritis pool class splashing around and that is where I needed to be. But when I turned around to leave, I saw the 70 year old lady getting low to the ground and my pride told me to get back in the game and suffer for my lack of discipline.
I finished the class and was glad that I stayed. This just goes to show me that complacency has its wrath in the end.