So on Monday I went to my first Zumba class - and I didn't like it. I'm all for trying new things these days and I plan to stick with it, but I feel like it's WAY over my head. Luckily for me, I know how to have fun (or at least act retarded when I'm embarrassed).
I get there, right on time, and see my two girlfriends standing there waving me over. I run over and stand there rip roaring ready to go. The instructor is having some music issues, so us girls chat about the awesome news in our lives. Music issue resolved, let's get started.
She then busts into the fastest explanation of what we're doing I've ever seen... for a moment I questioned if maybe I signed up for an advanced Zumba class. Everyone else seemed to not question it, so I decided to not be that girl and say "I don't get it". I stood there moving my feet and arms as fast as they'd move to keep up. Then she starts in with this ...5-6-7-8, which, to me, is structured dance counts... me? I'm used to shaking my ass in the club, club dancers don't ...5-6-7-8. So now I'm really freaking out thinking what the fuck have I gotten myself into... I still haven't come up with the answer to that.
This chick is moving all fast and she has huge boobs so that is a major distraction (mostly because I'm curious how she is not in pain with all the bouncing - I need to find out what type of sports bra she is wearing). She's sweating and I've barely broken a sweat... what am I doing wrong here?! Both of my girlfriends have dance in their backgrounds, one more than the other, but still.. they've both had disciplined dance teaching - my arms move the opposite way of my feet. I can do most of the stuff she is doing if it's slow because she did slow down a few times to show us exactly what was going on - I rocked it. Until she turned on the music and sped it up 10 times laster than what she taught.
I left feeling extremely frustrated but trying not to show it because I was there with friends and I didn't want to be a baby - in reality I just wanted to cry. I cry when I'm frustrated and feel like a dummy.
Like I said, I'm going to go again on Monday - and in my head, at this moment - I plan to stick it out for the 7 weeks that it runs. I just really hope I catch on to it soon or I learn how to stand there doing jumping jacks while everyone else is doing sexy dancing.
I'll keep ya posted.