Last night I participated in my first Zumba class.
Think salsa dancing & belly dancing with a slight Middle Eastern feel and funky night club movements and you’ve got Zumba.
There were times I felt like Shakira and times I felt like her clumsy less-coordinated sister. The instructor’s hips moved about 90 miles a minute. Mine … about 15.
Don’t get me wrong. I can cut a mean rug with my girls (daughters & girlfriends). That seems to be the most comfortable place to let those hips loosen up and let your hair down.
The class was fun. There were times I wondered if I was violating some Biblical law with some of the moves. Going with a friend made it less awkward and we giggled through a lot of it.
Hopefully, the Zumba will work. It’d be nice to just shake some of these hips off of my body. I just have to remember to skip the bag of flamin’ hot Cheetos before I go.
Here’s a taste of it and the history behind it. Interesting.