THIS MORNING I TOOK A ZUMBA CLASS.
I recently signed up with a new fitness center on a one-month membership. I hadn’t taken a Zumba class (or any dance class) since I quit my gym about a year ago. Since then I’ve done A LOT of hot yoga, spinning, and a-few random-just-because-I-want-to-try-it-classes.
It turns out that those few random-just-because-I-want-to-try-it-classes aren’t really my thing.
You see, a few months ago I tried a few classes that had “iron man” techniques such as flipping tires and doing macho-manly things. During one of these “iron man” classes I injured myself while trying to lift a metal bar thingie that seemed to weigh a billion-gagillion pounds. When my right arm was sore the day after, I thought it was normal. But it still hurts on and off three months later. I guess I’m not so macho. Or manly.
So maybe these iron-man-flipping- tires- lifting-heavy- metal-bar classes aren’t really my thing.
This doesn’t mean I shouldn’t push myself. It just means that maybe iron-man-flipping- tires- lifting-heavy- metal-bar classes aren’t really my thing.
I mean, I should have known this was not my thing when they made us workout in the hallway when there’s a sign out there that specifically says “No Working Out In Hallways”.
However, sometimes you know when something is, in fact, your thing. I used to enjoy most of the classes I used to take at my former gym, and it was how I got my cardio (and some strength training) in. I’ve also enjoyed the hot yoga obsession I’ve fallen into a little over a year ago (though to be fair, I haven’t been doing much of that lately). Honestly, I go through workout phases, and sometimes I’ll go looking for something else.
As I stood not too far from the wall-mirror in the studio where the class was held, I forget how insecure I can be when I’m in an unfamiliar location with a bunch of people who I don’t know and we’re all getting ready to shake our groove thing.
I also forgot how uncoordinated I can be—especially when the two girls in front of me got every step on point while amazingly shaking what their mamas gave them. And don’t even get me started on the smokin’ hot instructor who looks like she just stepped out of a music video. Her dance moves makes you think that maybe—just maybe you should move to the back. Mostly because you don’t want to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror.
But I stayed in the front-ish section. Because I kind of don’t care how I look. And, at the end no one is going to point fingers and laugh because you were unable to drop it like it’s hot. Nope, instead they’re going to be nice and ask you nice questions and introduce themselves to you and tell you to keep coming even if you’re sore the next morning.
What’s my solution to feeling insecure while in a dance fitness class?
*Dance like no one is watching*
Because chances are, they’re not even paying attention to the fact that you went right instead of left or didn’t turn when everyone else did.
Dance like no one is watching, and it won’t matter how uncoordinated you are.
Dance like no one is watching.