So, in an effort to get back on the road to fitness, I gather a group of girlfriends who had also not experienced Zumba yet and headed for a class. I was very curious to see what many females were raving about. It involved music and dancing - it must be good. I am not ready to hit the gym or do anything else that is specifically designed as an exercise. Zumba may be the answer. I had attended a couple of salsa classes and loved it! I was even slightly good at it. This was going to be a breeze.
So I stand at the back of the class with my equally nervous friends. It's an all female night.
The instructor turns on the music and
starts us off on some easy first moves. Hey, so far so
good. Second song comes on and the instructor starts shaking
her hips like Shakira. She's good. The moves get harder and I am
reminded of my horrid experiences with aerobics in the
past where I couldn't keep up with the
moves. I vividly remembered a gay instructor
addressing me personally, via his headset
microphone, to please keep up and move in the right
So I shook my hips and shimmied my way as Shakira-like as I could through the rest of the class. I looked around me to see if I was the only uncoordinated one there. No. There were a few who were really good at it but the majority were there just as bad as I was. The difference was that they were enjoying it! And why not? There was a bit of salsa, hip-hop, bollywood moves and great music.
The class finishes finally, but not
before the instructor gathers us all to the middle of the room to
put our hands together and shout -
And after all that hip shaking and twirling, some of my back muscles are crying for help. I need a massage in Doncaster East!
I have now experienced Zumba and will not be going back for more. My girlfriends enjoyed themselves and one is keen to do more classes. For someone who is good with sports and loves hitting a dance floor, I failed miserably at Zumba.