Zumba

I stepped out of my comfort zone today and tried it. TRIED being the big fat key word in that last sentence.
Zumba for those of you who haven't had the pleasure yet is a Latino dance/exercise (I think). My experience had  quite a few "huh?" and "you think this body will do that?" and "my hips just don't go that fast"  involved. Really, it was an experience. I wonder if those other women had a shot of tequila before class? Coffee just doesn't loosen the hips like that.

My friend, Nancy did the class with me. She's done it many more times and provided enough encouragement and laughter control that I'll probably try it again.

I have zero rythm. Make that minus zero in the rythm department. I felt sorry for the women behind me. You know how when you sit near someone who can't clap their hands to the beat and it throws you off. Okay, so you don't know, but it really messes me up because once again I am rythm challenged! Well anyone rythm challenged behind me was probably not at all amused by my moves this morning. I just tried to make sure I was facing the right direction most of the time.

I learned something though. I am without a shadow of a doubt or lack of freckle convinced that my bloodline made absolutely no treks south of the U.S. There is no way I could have an ounce of Latino blood and do what I failed to do this morning!

I did manage to break quite a sweat, maybe that was just my nerves. It appeared to me that everyone within my eye sight was shakin' and doing that "boom, boom, boom" move with ease.

The funniest thought I had this morning is that I truly believe my husband would LOVE Zumba. That boy has moves and rythm and I guess that fact that we have one blue eyed blonde child maybe more of an anomaly that I had realized. Maybe I should check his family tree now that I think about it......