J: Hey Robin, come to Zumba!

Me: Na, that's okay.

J: Hey Robin, come to Zumba!

Me: Na, that's okay.

J: You'll really like it!

Me: I don't want to!

J: okay but it's really fun, the instructor is great, she kicks your arse and hands it back to you.

Me: you know that is not a selling point right?

Many months after this almost weekly exchange I finally found myself in a Zumba class last night. Standing there in a big room with a massive group of people getting ready to Zumba by myself (I give J a reprieve cause I got to see if I could do it on my own without the physical moral support). The warm up was a workout in itself but I managed the first ten minutes. Then it got crazy. I was never any good at synchronized aerobics but this was different. It was dancing and the music was so good that I wanted to dance. The problem was that I had to concentrate on the steps that the instructor was doing instead of making up my own moves. I managed to make it through an entire hour without stopping for longer than the allotted breaks. I burned massive calories and I didn't wake up sore this morning. I also discovered that Zumba is where J let's out her inner club kid!