8/6/2013
A bus ran over me, spared just enough range of motion for me to write this.
Thought I'd change it up a bit and attend a zumba class. Need I say more????
So I enter the class at the time in which it started and everyone is already there in form and in place; way to go for enthusiasm. No warm up, no introductions, no exceptions, they all start hopping and jerking and flaling their arms in the air. Wait, what's going on? whoa! I can't keep up already. Ricki Martin in the background singing Ole, Ole, Ole and I'm standing wondering exactly how ridiculous do I really look right now.
No one in the class over the age of 29, already all slender and clearly in shape. I hide myself in the very back hoping to remain incognito for the duration of this humiliation session. Is it my imagination that they're all looking at me? am I imagining all this unwanted attention? Oh it's my neon fushia lipstick which is drawing quite the looks. Yes, it's my impeccable lipstick which was so beautifully applied with much precision that was glowing in the room. Hey I had that going for me at the moment.
Ok, enough self admiration. OMG how much longer can I endure of this, I can't breathe. On to the next song which was rap, wait how do you dance to rap oh my gosh! The instructor's movements are becoming x rated and I'm supposed to keep up with that? I'll just dance in place thank you. My knees can't take that much abuse, my fat self needs more space on the floor, these shoes are not conducive to pivoting around on one foot. Oh dear! how long have I been at this?
14 miserable minutes pass and stars are circling around my eyes, drenched in sweat I dance in place. 'Cmon Cynthia, I tell myself, you owe this to your supporters. By the grace of God I endure 5 more minutes and determined as ever I gracefully leave the room, faster than I entered.
Whew! Zumba my butt! well yes my butt was quite the hit shaking and moving up and down like a beach ball.
Cynthia
A bus ran over me, spared just enough range of motion for me to write this.
Thought I'd change it up a bit and attend a zumba class. Need I say more????
So I enter the class at the time in which it started and everyone is already there in form and in place; way to go for enthusiasm. No warm up, no introductions, no exceptions, they all start hopping and jerking and flaling their arms in the air. Wait, what's going on? whoa! I can't keep up already. Ricki Martin in the background singing Ole, Ole, Ole and I'm standing wondering exactly how ridiculous do I really look right now.
No one in the class over the age of 29, already all slender and clearly in shape. I hide myself in the very back hoping to remain incognito for the duration of this humiliation session. Is it my imagination that they're all looking at me? am I imagining all this unwanted attention? Oh it's my neon fushia lipstick which is drawing quite the looks. Yes, it's my impeccable lipstick which was so beautifully applied with much precision that was glowing in the room. Hey I had that going for me at the moment.
Ok, enough self admiration. OMG how much longer can I endure of this, I can't breathe. On to the next song which was rap, wait how do you dance to rap oh my gosh! The instructor's movements are becoming x rated and I'm supposed to keep up with that? I'll just dance in place thank you. My knees can't take that much abuse, my fat self needs more space on the floor, these shoes are not conducive to pivoting around on one foot. Oh dear! how long have I been at this?
14 miserable minutes pass and stars are circling around my eyes, drenched in sweat I dance in place. 'Cmon Cynthia, I tell myself, you owe this to your supporters. By the grace of God I endure 5 more minutes and determined as ever I gracefully leave the room, faster than I entered.
Whew! Zumba my butt! well yes my butt was quite the hit shaking and moving up and down like a beach ball.
Cynthia
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