Tuesday, September 3, 2013 – Zumba – S*x*y and I Know It!
Patti, Rose, and Jan
Well, here it is the first “working” day of September and I’m already second-guessing my great plans. Well, plan, actually. And that plan? Becoming a Zumba Instructor!
Don’t get me wrong. I love Zumba and my “higher and better self” really wants to be able to help other folks get fit and have fun at the same time – but, at the time I am writing this, I have just finished my Zumba Gold class at the Older Adult Class, and it about finished me.
(Just so you know, Zumba Gold is not like Olympic Gold. It’s Zumba for Seniors. And being “55 or better” – I’m a Senior.)
I might have chickened out had I not committed to carpooling with my smart, sexy, sweet friend Patti. I’d had a miserable night sleep and my exercise pants felt really tight. This is where an accountability partner comes into place. OK, Patti doesn’t know she’s my accountability partner – she thinks we’re just going to Zumba class to have fun. Ah well.
And it was all good. In fact it was great! Patti and I had good chats and many laughs en route. Our Zumba Gold Instructor – Rose – was wonderful. She used hand-signals to lead us through the steps; encouraged us just to move our feet, and if we could move our arms as well - this was bonus; invited participants of various skill levels to join her at the front; and gave us three water and breathing breaks. If you have ever done an hour long exercise class when your idea of exercise is walking to the mailbox and back, you’ll appreciate the latter phrase.
When it was over, Rose agreed to pose with Patti and me. I cannot speak for Patti, but I can tell you that by that point, I was slimy and stinky. If Rose had insisted on wearing long-sleeve veterinary gloves and Vicks under her nose, I would have understood.
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When I got home, my hubs (husband Laurence) asked me if I was now a Zumba Instructor. I would have laughed except I had no air in my lungs left to expel. A few hours later I was able to tell him that, no, this was just the introductory class to Zumba for Seniors. He was incredulous. Supporting me through failing my first attempt at getting my Driver’s License he could do – it just involved saying things like, “They say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
What could he say this time? “You look pretty much dead to me, but you say you’re … coming back to life …”
My accountability partner for my Zumba Instructor Day (Friday, September 13) is that I’ve already paid for it. My “higher and better cause” is that there is a Zumbathon coming up Sunday, September 22 at Steel Workers Hall in support of the Northern Cancer Foundation.
Do not worry. I will not be hitting you up for money directly. I’ll say, “Do you want to enjoy a three hour Zumba experience, or would you like to pay someone else minimum wage to take your place?”
I know what hub’s answer will be.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Zumba and my “higher and better self” really wants to be able to help other folks get fit and have fun at the same time – but, at the time I am writing this, I have just finished my Zumba Gold class at the Older Adult Class, and it about finished me.
(Just so you know, Zumba Gold is not like Olympic Gold. It’s Zumba for Seniors. And being “55 or better” – I’m a Senior.)
I might have chickened out had I not committed to carpooling with my smart, sexy, sweet friend Patti. I’d had a miserable night sleep and my exercise pants felt really tight. This is where an accountability partner comes into place. OK, Patti doesn’t know she’s my accountability partner – she thinks we’re just going to Zumba class to have fun. Ah well.
And it was all good. In fact it was great! Patti and I had good chats and many laughs en route. Our Zumba Gold Instructor – Rose – was wonderful. She used hand-signals to lead us through the steps; encouraged us just to move our feet, and if we could move our arms as well - this was bonus; invited participants of various skill levels to join her at the front; and gave us three water and breathing breaks. If you have ever done an hour long exercise class when your idea of exercise is walking to the mailbox and back, you’ll appreciate the latter phrase.
When it was over, Rose agreed to pose with Patti and me. I cannot speak for Patti, but I can tell you that by that point, I was slimy and stinky. If Rose had insisted on wearing long-sleeve veterinary gloves and Vicks under her nose, I would have understood.
*****
When I got home, my hubs (husband Laurence) asked me if I was now a Zumba Instructor. I would have laughed except I had no air in my lungs left to expel. A few hours later I was able to tell him that, no, this was just the introductory class to Zumba for Seniors. He was incredulous. Supporting me through failing my first attempt at getting my Driver’s License he could do – it just involved saying things like, “They say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
What could he say this time? “You look pretty much dead to me, but you say you’re … coming back to life …”
My accountability partner for my Zumba Instructor Day (Friday, September 13) is that I’ve already paid for it. My “higher and better cause” is that there is a Zumbathon coming up Sunday, September 22 at Steel Workers Hall in support of the Northern Cancer Foundation.
Do not worry. I will not be hitting you up for money directly. I’ll say, “Do you want to enjoy a three hour Zumba experience, or would you like to pay someone else minimum wage to take your place?”
I know what hub’s answer will be.