So, after realizing that the time since my last workout could be calculated in years, I decided it was time to get back on the wagon. It’s far too cold for outdoor activities this time of year; however, I hate working out at a gym, running on a treadmill like a hamster on a wheel, so I looked for something else. What I found was Zumba.
Zumba, a latin/club-style dance class, is perfect for me on so many levels. First, I LOVE the music. It’s a combination of latin-pop-hiphop that kind of makes me feel like I’m J-Lo. Except hotter. And younger. It’s music I would listen to of my own volition (and often do). In fact, I was trying to download a lot of the stuff after class today. Though, when all you can distinguish from a song are the words “la cabeza” it makes matters more difficult.
Zumba is also great for me because I love to dance. Please don’t mistake this for me saying I CAN dance. I most certainly cannot (and probably should not). I was known during high school as an enthusiastically poor dancer, and I like to think I’ve only gotten more enthusiastic since then. But, since Zumba is taken by lithe 20-somethings and non-lithe 60-somethings alike, the barrier to entry is far lower than it would be in a typical dance class (in which I awkwardly spent upwards of ten years. Thanks, Mom.). Compared to Grandma shimmying next to me, I don’t look half bad.
Sure, I am in excruciating leg pain for days after each class. But trust me, it’s worth it (or, at least I keep telling myself it will be.) Oh, and the best part about my Zumba class? It takes place just hours before my weekly massage. Now, if that isn’t some good planning, I don’t know what is.