I signed up for a Zumba class through my township’s recreation program. I went to one class almost exactly five years ago (Something about September that makes me do silly things to stave off mortality, I guess) and PREDICTABLY* never went back.
This time I paid for eight weeks upfront, so I’m pitting my increasing laziness against my increasing cheapness to see what will win out. I think I did okay, but I have to realize that me THINKING I can do any type of aerobic dance is the same as Joey Tribbiani THINKING that he can speak French.
I sweat my ass off and felt as if I fused permanently with my workout clothes. Tomorrow I will likely feel like crap but today I feel okay!
*Other predictable things about me:
- All of my diets fail
- And if they don’t, I gain the weight back
- I will always disappear from this blog and come back like nothing happened
- I quit hard things
- I have a Disney trip planned
Love Zumba! I’ve been wanting to take classes again.