By dictionary definition, Zumba is "an aerobic fitness program featuring movements inspired by various styles of Latin American dance and performed primarily to Latin American dance music." Thus, this 80s-loving, crooner-happy chica finds herself grooving to tunes actually made in this millennium. Now, that is an accomplishment within itself. And while Pitbull isn't necessarily the most creative lyricist to come along, he does know how to get a party started. This is world-wide.
I started out about four years ago, thanks to an invite from a sweet friend. By nature, I am not inclined to subject myself to exercise that I don't enjoy. Nor am I inclined to long periods of solitary workouts; thus, my past training for the St. Jude 1/2 was truly a labor of love. However, if you put me in a class with fun folks and some decent music, I can get happy about exercising! My first Zumba experience in the Bowld at Union University had me hooked. The peeps were fun, the music was booming, and our instructor was full of energy, sass, and mischief--the perfect combination. Of course, she was nearly half my age, as were a good number of the participants; but, I could do it. And, there were a few of us who had actually birthed a child and had lived in the decade of which their prom themes were made! If I could keep up with the co-eds (or even outlast them!), I was good. Motivation comes in all shapes and sizes.
Inevitably, our Zumba-licious days in the Bowld (yes, you even develop a new vocabulary) came to an end--and there was no joy in Mudville. Thankfully, another friend, knowing of my deprivation (and likely tired of hearing about it) recommended another class, just up the road. I must confess, I went with a bit of trepidation. You see, we Zumba-holics, are quite loyal to our instructors--and with good reason. But, I quickly learned that there is life after Zumba Lindsay! Shocking, I know. And, let's just say that the age demographic swings a bit more in my favor. Yahoo--and let it be known that there are some ladies in my class who are slightly more "chronologically-gifted" than I who could out-groove the best of 'em. Inspiration and aspiration. And, a little bit of perspiration.
And, there are no mirrors. That is a beautiful thing. Let's be honest, we are prone to comparison and competition, it's in our DNA. Without a mirror to make you self-conscious or fearful, you simply let go and "have a real good time"! Don't let those faux stained-glass windows of the church fellowship hall fool you--it's ZUMBA Time!