Those who know me in real life will be very intrigued by the title. It might not seem consistent with what they know of me.
Anyone who's been following this blog for a bit may also be somewhat surprised by the title.
A couple of weeks ago I went to my first Zumba session. I loved it. I went again the next night!
My Beloved and I came to a budgetary agreement that for the next two months I'm allowed as much Zumba as I can get to, based on the fact there are only 4 sessions in the week here in town (unless I wanted to back to back a couple, and I think I'd probably die!) and that I have stuff on for one of the others (except in the school holidays).
So due to other commitments and illness I've managed to get to two sessions the first week, one the second, and I could only make it to one last week.
So as of Wednesday night I'd done all of 4 sessions. Some of it is getting easier.
Anyway the local high school had its annual Rodeo and showcase thing with rides and entertainment before the rodeo. The Zumba ladies had been asked to do a display, hopefully to get the crowd involved.
They were a little short on people to help demonstrate.
In fact they were desperate.
I know they were desperate, because they asked someone who has only done 4 sessions to come and help them.
They asked me.
I figure I was the large, unco-ordinated one that proved to the crowd that anyone can do this.
And I know I have a maniacal grin plastered on my face when I do Zumba firstly because it's fun and secondly because there's every chance I will entirely stuff it up. It's like a preemptive laugh at myself for being on the wrong foot or raising the wrong hand for at least a third of the proceedings.
But I couldn't help going for an additional session in my week (which was free!).
And the chance that all the newbie high school girls got it down better than me their first go?
(Well you'd hope not!)
Finishing some biggies
1 day ago