A few years ago, my sister got Wii Zumba for Christmas. She promptly changed into the appropriate attire (even donning the headband that came with the disc), poured a glass of wine, and we all went into my parent's basement to try it out.
Holy shit.
I honestly have never laughed that hard. Ever.
A few weeks ago, I decided to try the Zumba classes offered at the gym I recently joined. After strapping myself in (those who know me know what I mean), I walked into the studio where classes are held. I was terrified, but I was determined to do it. Thankfully, I secured a spot in the back of the class. Not only did I not want to see myself shakin'/movin'/groovin', I sure as hell didn't want anyone else subject to that.
The instructor walked in and, of course, she was gorgeous. She had on these cute little pink pants that made her ass look perfect. Bitch.
The music started and off we went. I was so focused on mimicking what the instructor did that I wasn't even aware of the wall of mirrors we all faced. Until about 10 minutes in. And then I caught a glimpse of myself.
I can recall only one other time in my life when I wanted to shrink away into absolute nothingness, and that was when I split my pants open in the weight room at another gym.
So there I was, trying to do my best latin dance impression while NOT looking in the mirror. But you can't look away from a train wreck. So I laughed and danced my way through the rest of the hour. I even went back the following week. And I intend to keep going.
J Lo and Beyonce - you've been warned!!!
