Day 14 and zumba

(shirt: Gap, skirt: Shade, boots: Payless, tights: Target)

yes, that is snow on the ground

I just got back from a zumba class. Sometimes I feel like it's kind of an old lady class. I also sometimes feel like I'm copping out when I go to an aerobics class instead of running. It's just too cold! I have to acclimate before I start running outside again.

Anyway, there are so many different types of people in that class. If I didn't have to pay such close attention to the instructor I'd watch everyone around me. Instead, I just got a glance at the few people right next to me. We had the angry/uncoordinated girl, the spaz, the skeptics, and the yeller.

Angry/uncoordinated girl was right next to me. She was the most distracting. I would find myself staring at her because I couldn't tell if she was angry and also uncoordinated or angry because she was uncoordinated: 

"I wish she would just slow DOWN so I could figure out this mamba step. I can never get it and it throws off the WHOLE routine."

"I just know I'll never look like Becky when I do zumba. She's so cute and coordinated and I can't even get the basic box step."

"I'll just keep looking angry so people think I'm really intense while I work out."

The spaz was in front of me. She could keep the rhythm but she was HYPER. Becky, the instructor, would sometimes give us modifications to make the workout more difficult or to burn more calories. Spaz was already doing it. Double time. The thing is, she wasn't doing it on purpose. She wasn't the girl who does everything twice as high and twice as fast because she's trying to burn 8000 calories. She was just excited to be there and couldn't contain her energy.

"Why can't I bring my leg up any higher? Becky said to bring your leg up higher to burn more calories but I've been going as high as I can this whole time!"

"Her body roll looks so smooth and controlled, but I don't care if I look like a floppy fish, THIS IS ZUMBA AND I LOVE IT!"

The skeptics were behind be so I only saw them during the turny moves. I'm sure I know the story: two friends who needed a work out, came to zumba for the first time. Stood near the back so they could watch everyone but not all the way in the back with the old ladies. Wanted to look like they knew what they were doing, but not like they were enjoying it too much. Gave each other rolly eyes looks, like everyone around was so pathetic for actually enjoying zumba.

skeptic 1: "I hate when we do the drumming pelvic thrust move. I mean, I know I look awesome doing it, but do we really have to pretend to drum?"

skeptic 2: "Ugh, I know, and double samba? Do we even burn more calories when we turn?"

skeptic 1: "I thought you liked that one. You always get so into the turn, with your hands out and everything."

skeptic 2: "Oh. Yeah. That helps me keep my balance, and I just want to get a good workout."

The yeller was all the way up in the front. Even a little in front of the front row. She wasn't particularly awesome at zumba but SHE WAS HAVING FUN, DARN IT. Every once in a while I'd hear a big "WOOO!"  or a "WOO HOO!" from her. She was just having so much fun! Becky would announce, "Now let's shake our hips!" "WOOO!" Ok, you love shaking hips, me too. But then Becky would say, "Let's tone!" 

"WOO HOO!" Ok, I know you don't love toning that much. I will say this: She looked Latin so maybe she was just in the latin-dancing-club-yelling mode and couldn't help herself. It did put a smile on my face so I won't complain.