I have this really fabulous friend works at a gym and teaches dance workout classes. Sometimes, he sneaks me into the classes for free. I haven't gone to one in awhile, but he just called and invited me to come and do Zumba tonight. Naturally, I said "yes." He always picks good music for his Zumba classes and I need to work out more anyway. I'm naturally sort of a sedentary creature and exercise is good for me.
The thing about Zumba is that by about the third song, I get really into the choreography. My friend yells "Now give it some style!" and I shake my butt like the world depends on it.
I feel like this:
In reality, I look more like this:
Last time I did Zumba, I definitely forgot my water bottle and was one thirsty, sweaty, out-of-shape girl when it was all over. It didn't help that I was in the back next to a large black man who seemed completely unfazed by forty-five minutes of nonstop movement.
Last time I did Zumba, I definitely forgot my water bottle and was one thirsty, sweaty, out-of-shape girl when it was all over. It didn't help that I was in the back next to a large black man who seemed completely unfazed by forty-five minutes of nonstop movement.
Watch out for my body rolls. High kicks. High kicks. This is how we do it.
I am determined to be more physically active on a regular basis, though. I feel better about myself in general when I do. And it's part of my new program to get in shape for my next rock show.
I've got a pair of leather shorts in a drawer upstairs that are a little bit too tight. I know, I know, leather shorts are supposed to be tight, but they are also supposed to zip and snap somewhat comfortably. I'm not really into obsessing over my weight, but I think that if I lost about three pounds, the shorts would fit better and everything would be groovy.
Basically this means more dance aerobics and less French fries. I love my junk food, but it's for a good cause.
You're not hardcore unless you live hardcore, boys and girls.
