My best friend’s sister invited me to a Zumba dance party fundraiser. I’ve heard about Zumba but I’ve never attended a class before. I packed my gym bag last night, because I knew I wouldn’t have time to come home and get dressed before the Zumba party began. However, I still had a few errands to run and arrived just a few minutes late. I wasn’t really sure what to expect. I followed the loud salsa reggae music to the gym at the church where class had already started. The moves those ladies were doing didn’t have anything to do with church or Jesus. I asked my best friend, how do you know what to do? just follow along? She told me to follow the teacher on the stage. That little lady was dancing and popping and locking and dropping and shaking and twisting. I am about the most uncoordinated black girl I know, how in the world was I, gonna do choreographed dance moves like that? I uncomfortably did a couple of hip rolls and a few steps on top of my own feet to the left and to the right. But, I looked around at the other 40 or so women who looked like they were having a blast. Everyone was dancing to their own groove screaming Zumba! I decided to relax a little and enjoy it for what it was, who cared if I stepped to the left 2 seconds after the teacher stepped to the right. I let go of my inhibitions and had so much fun! I caught on after the first couple songs and realized that the high energy dance moves went along with the lyrics and they pretty much repeated at the chorus. I’ve never done a cardio class quite like that. The instructor said you can burn up to 1000 calories in a one hour Zumba class. I felt like I was in a hip-hop, belly dancing, salsa music video. I looked like Beyonce or Janet Jackson…kinda…sorta..well, anyway, I felt like I had learned some sexy moves. As the lights came up I grabbed my bottled water happy that I had completed my first Zumba class.
Then the energetic instructor informed us that we were on an intermission and had 40 minutes left after the break. Hmmmm, all I could think was that I have 11 miles of group training at 7 in the morning, is this really the best idea? I was looking around to see if anyone left but it didn’t appear that anyone did. Wow, another 40 minutes? I grudgingly got back out on the floor when the lights went down and the disco party lights began to flicker. For the first song I kind of half did all the moves because I was so scared that I was going to hurt tomorrow morning. Then I said what the heck, I’m here, I might as well give it all I’ve got to burn off all of the calories I can. For the next 40 minutes I danced, threw my hands up, jumped and screamed Zumba! It was a ton of fun, and a ton of sweat. I felt so good after class was over and looking forward to my next. Thanks best friend for inviting me.