Monday, April 16, 2012
I love Zumba.
I thought I wouldn't. I thought I'd feel so dumb that I'd never go back.
I feel dumb, but in a fun way.
Seriously, if Zumba classes were 6 days a week, I'd go to all of them. If they were twice a day, I'd still go to all of them. I feel dumb and I know I look like a crazy person while doing it, but I'm okay with that. I feel the workouts and I barely notice the passage of time during the workout. In fact, on Friday the woman running the Zumba class asked if we wanted to do another song or if we wanted to cool down. It was already about one minute over our allotted time, but it was immediately unanimous.....we all wanted more.
Yoda still hasn't shown up to the class and I'm kind of glad about that. I think I'd actually work LESS hard with him in the room because I'd be afraid to let loose and look dumb. At one point I saw his reflection as he walked by the room (I was facing the mirror with my back to the door/windows that look out at the gym) and I paused until I was sure he'd passed by. But you know what? If he did show up I'd still at least try to let loose like I do now.
My cousin is my normal Zumba buddy, but she can't go anymore for awhile. She was admitted to the hospital with a spontaneous cerebral fluid spinal leak. It sounds pretty bad, and it is if they can't get it under control. We'll see in the next few days. I'm sure that even in the best-case scenario she won't be back at the gym for weeks.
But tonight at 7:30 I'll be bustin' moves at the gym!