Friday, July 27, 2012
Don't judge a book by it's cover. I reminded of this Lilly, the substitute Zumba instructor at the Northridge LA Fitness.
I managed to drag myself to class last night, committed to working out even when I was not terribly positive about it. Betty, or normal instructor, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, standing there is a short woman- say 5'3", 50 years old, and a little round. "Oh, great", I think to myself sardonically, "another slow-paced Zumba class".
As soon as the music started, I knew that I was oh so wrong. This lady had MOVES. And Stamina. and Joy. And Flavor- something desperately missing from the now watered down Zumba movement that is inexplicably sweeping the nation.
It reminded me that the love of dance will manifest itself through all shapes and sizes. I was doubled over and had a smile from ear to ear.