I went to my first ever Zumba class tonight. I've actually heard really good things about it and wanted to give it a try, but I had some serious reservations about it, considering I am NOT a dancer. Like, I'm not even close. My dancing skills can be chalked up to doing the running man and some wicked pelvic thrusts - that's about it. And I realllllly wanted to like it, guys. I really did.
But I didn't.
It was HARD. And confusing. I'm not typically a slow person, but I couldn't get all the moves, so resorted to side-stepping like the reject kid in class that nobody likes and everybody feels bad for. And the music! It was like a bunch of rappers singing about getting some "mocha latte ass," which really...no thank you. And my instructor was a 70 year old anorexic. And most of the class was comprised of salsa dancing, and jiggling my butt is NOT one of my talents. And really, I could go on.
So, exercise, yay! Getting in shape forever! BUT Zumba never!
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