Saturday, November 5, 2011

The girl CAN'T dance!


As I struggled to keep up with the instructor of the local Zumba class, I had an epiphany:  there is a REASON I run and ride bikes!  I Do Not Dance.  I've tried.  I've taken ballet and jazz and have been completely lost.  I tried figuring out Jane Fonda Aerobics and Jazzercise in high school, but ended up playing softball instead.  I did okay with Step Aerobics, but got so tired of the same music over and over that I just could not bear to attend another Step class.  I've tried again with the latest fitness craze of Zumba.  Basically I just jump up and down and twist my body and move in place to keep my heart rate up. I try to follow the instructor, but the 3 beat timing of the salsa gets my feet tangled and I end up going to the right when everyone else is going to the left.  I feel like Lucy sneaking into an unrehearsed performance on Ricky's Tropicana Night Club show.  I realized how sad it was when I tried to follow the guys in the class, and even THEY were so much better and coordinated than I was. (except for DeOrr...he makes the class fun because he is totally uninhibited about his lack of timing. I feel like I am in good company).  When I'm moving the booty and doing the shoulder shake and shimmy I think to myself that, dang...I must be looking soooo good!...and then I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I can't help but laugh.  Oh, it is a funny sight.  The one saving grace of going to Zumba is that I come home happy, and hopefully my lack of dance skills have elicited a smile or two from others in the class!