Today was a pleasant day at work and there was lots of chatter about diet and exercise. Some of the operating room nurses I work with are on a "Biggest Losers" challenge and doing well! They discussed what was happening tonight at the "Y" and it was a Zumba class. During the discussion, I was invited to go along. I giggled and wasn't sure but I saw an infomercial at 3 a.m. the other night and it looked kinda fun. I didn't promise, wasn't sure but was pretty much talked into it when I left work. I had to see how Larry was doing when I got home, luckily I had put a pot roast in the crock pot for dinner so that was ready. I asked if he minded when I had been home to see that he was good and all was well. So, 6:00 came and I was out the door. I pictured a small cozy class with a sweet teacher in an intimate setting....and walked into a big, MIRRORED room with about 50+ young fairly fit females. The instructor was fitter yet and muscley! (medical term...) I'm feeling a little perspire-y. I think, "well, I'll just stand in the back." And, the music starts...very Latin and we are doing a version of the tango, then the cha-cha-cha. And I am just cha-cha-ing. They go left and I go right. Then the music changes and they do the "Flamenco" and I am still cha-cha-ing. Remember I think no one can see me because I am in the back....but they turn and do it forward then which makes me in the front! Now, I am really perspire-y. I am thinking...these people could be auditioning and ready for "Dancing With the Stars" tomorrow night! I was ready for "R U Dumber than a Fifth Grader"! The longer it went, and believe me, I was watching the clock....I decided I needed a massage...lower back pain! Then I thought of Dr. Jack, chiropractor extraordinaire, and making an after work appointment tomorrow.
But the best was yet to come....
There is a break and everyone ties on a brightly colored little jingley, shiney skirt...the kind that you see in those movies where they do turkish dances and wear gauzey masks and big rings. These skirts tied on your hip and you were supposed to ....thrust and wiggle is all I can think of...as though you were hula hooping. Oh my,...I am looking in the mirror, (I am 60!!) I am thinking!!!
It was finally over. The instructor said "You can't decide not to dislike Zumba until you have come at least 3 times." I'm thinking "if I make it home alive..."
We walked out into the cold crisp air and a gorgeous sunset. Would I do it again??
Yes!...No!...Yes!....No!!!....Well Maybe.... My shoulder hurts.....
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