For some strange reason, I have an unreasonable apprehension for the group fitness classes at my gym. It’s mostly a fear of making a fool out of myself and having my ass handed to me (but that’s the point, right?). So I tend to avoid them.
But when my friend Meggan mentioned she was going to Zumba with another friend, I thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to give it a try. At least I could be among friends if I vomited, passed out, or injured myself (or worse, others).
Much to my surprise, I did none of the above. I successfully made a fool out of myself I’m sure, but the lights were dim and I was in the back, so hopefully I’m the only one who noticed. And on top of it all, I had fun! We even went again last week, and brought my mom this time.
Don’t get me wrong. If Zumba was a graded activity I’d be lucky to be pulling a D average. Lucky for me, effort is far more important than skill.
Much to my dismay, I was not born to be a dancer. I have
very little absolutely no rhythm. My feet tend to move more in a spastic pattern than a choreographed one. But the best part of Zumba is that no one cares—and you still get a great workout just for trying.
I’ll definitely be going back again, and hopefully I’ll begin to master the moves just a little more. What’s better, I finally found the courage to step outside my comfort zone. I’m feeling up to trying more classes, which will hopefully kick my butt and help me take my workouts to the next level. Two benefits in one—bonus!
Tell me, have you tried Zumba before? Do you have suggestions for workout routines or classes I should try? I’d love to give Yoga another shot, too. I haven’t done it since I was at least 40 pounds heavier, and I think I might enjoy it even more now.