Today I went to my first Zumba class.
I haven’t been to a fitness class for…. I honestly don’t know how long. A couple of years? It could be worse, I guess.
I arrived at the class and covertly checked out the other Zumba goers. More young women than I thought for the time of day. Damn. Now I feel fat and old. I’m going to make a fool of myself.
The music started and I though “shit, I really have to do this”. If I hadn’t booked a babysitter I probably wouldn’t have gone at all.
During the first track my arms were going left while the instructor's were going right. My feet struggled to find themselves and my belly jiggled with every rock of the hips (why did I choose a Latin inspired class!?). I felt self-conscious and tugged at my clothes, sucking in my belly. Then I caught myself in that awkwardness and thought STOP!
I looked around. I wasn’t the only one who had two left feet. I wasn’t the only wobbly one. I told myself to relax and enjoy. Be grateful that I could dance, listen to the beat and just move.
Every second that ticked by that I continued to talk myself down was a second of my life lost. I turned that around and chose to enjoy, embrace and think positive!
It wasn’t a miraculous turnaround. I did have to remind myself (quite often) to keep that positive frame of mind. But I did it. And I think I can do it again. Next week.
Have you Zumba-d?