The room was full. There had to be at least 30 women in there of varying sizes, shapes, and fitness levels. They were all chatting with each other, smiling and happy to be there.
It was my second time there. I only knew one person - my cousin. She's the only person I talked to the entire time. It was so intimidating to be the new person. I felt like I was in jr. high or high school on the first day entering the lunchroom and trying to figure out where to sit. Everyone already has their own group of friends and it's tough to break into that.
Of course, this was at the gym so the room was lined with mirrors on ever side. Great. Just what I needed - to be able to critique myself during the class.
Most of the other women were already fit. They were wearing their cute little shorts and their fashionable tank tops and showing off their toned arms and legs. I know they've earned it. I bet they worked hard for those bodies. If they didn't have to work for them, they wouldn't be at the gym.
The class started. I spent a full hour trying to not watch myself look like an out-of-water whale. Mostly I was distracted, though. Zumba is a lot tougher than I thought it'd be and it makes me tired pretty fast. The dance moves were quick, but it was easy to catch on.
And then I saw myself in the mirror. I used to be able to dance. In high school, I was in a show choir that was excellent and I used to be able to do anything they put in front of me. After high school I used to swing dance and even did the flips and tricks. But then I gained weight. My dancing wasn't pretty. It was awkward and not as "sexy" as the other women in the room.
The mirror is EVIL, I tell you. I can't look away from it. It surrounds me on ALL SIDES and every angle is a BAD angle. Every time I look at it, I want to cringe. When I'm not looking at it, I swear I can hear it taunting me. And I know that everyone else in the room can see me in the mirror as well.
At first I was appalled and vowed to never go to Zumba again. But then I realized something. I wasn't the only uncomfortable one in the room. Even some of that fit ladies were struggling. Furthermore, this was a fun way to get an hour of cardio in. To do the same thing on a treadmill can be torture. At least this was making me think and move and sweat. The hour passed quickly. My legs are sore - even more sore than if I had done an hour on the treadmill. My arms are sore. My core is sore. And eventually I will look FANTASTIC in that mirror.
I might look strange doing it, but I had fun. It was hard work but I enjoyed it. I'll be going back - three times a week. I'll get to know the other women who take the class. Maybe I'll even make some friends. My cousin is moving in about 2 months, so I know that I'll need a new friend by then or else I'll feel even more uncomfortable.
I do know that I want to keep going and that the lack of a friend there isn't going to stop me!
After the class, my cousin and I were talking and once again we ran into Yoda. Only, this time it took me a minute to recognize him. He was wearing ACTUAL WORKOUT CLOTHES and not his trainer clothes. We teased him about missing Zumba and he just laughed. He told me that he was proud that I had gone again. Then he headed off for a workout.
We always tease him that we never actually see him work out. Once in awhile we see him lifting weights, but never doing cardio so imagine our surprise when he HOPPED ON A TREADMILL. I kid you not! The boy DOES workout to keep in shape! I was kind of starting to think that he was born that way. Anyway, we teased him about it by taking a picture as proof and I'm gonna show you guys! The picture is kind of blurry. My cousin and I were on the ground floor and he was up on the second. He even kind of posed for it. (That, or he was wordlessly telling me to get to work and to stop teasing him!)
Yay! Yoda works out just like the rest of us. He IS human!!!
Have an excellent Thursday, SparkFriends, and remember that you all are my online-workout buddies and Co-RockStars!