Zumba, Zumba, Zumba

(No pictures this edition to protect the innocent and keep my mad Zumba skills on the down low……)

Let me start by saying, I love Zumba!!  Who would have thunk it?  I have one of the best teachers around!  She works your ass off- she has some mad Zumba skills; if you don’t leave the class in a bucket of sweat, you aren’t working.

 

But….what I won’t do is go early ever again.  Lord have mercy!  The only reason I went early is that Lenae’s classes get packed with the “New Years Resolutioners”.  I am accustomed to “my spot” on the gym floor.  So, I wanted to be sure I put my water and towel down on the floor to mark my territory.   Well low and behold, I got my spot (victory!) but I noticed this lady out of the corner of my eye looking at me.  Oh no, no, no!  Don’t open your mouth- before I could even talk myself out if I had already blurted out “Hi there” to the gal.   That was all it took.  She was coming over to me.  Shit.  Great.  Where were my gals that are my Zumba pals?  They are always here by now and are great buffers; plus they are fun to talk to.  I don’t even know this gal.  Sigh……here it comes.  “Did you go to the Bowl game?”  HUH?   Oh yeah, duh.  I had my Nebraska/Georgia Bowl Shirt on.  So I reply, “No, just got the $9.00 shirt at Sams”.  There maybe that will shut her up.  Nope.  Plus I was dumb enough to say I went to Nebraska.  That opened the flood gates.  So I had to hear from Chatty Cathy about her life story of living in Ohio and how she has to go back frequently to care for her Mother with dementia and her Father who is hard of hearing.  I thought about making the comparison that I have a dog with dementia, but I don’t think she would have got my humor.  HA!!!  (Jennifer, Grace and Gwen, you HAVE to get back to class, stat!)

 

Thanks goodness the clock struck 7:30 and time to get my groove on.  Gotta grab a swig of water and a stick of gum.  Oh no, balls!  I forgot I packed my crap gum that lasts 5 minutes.  How is this going to get me through an hour of “moving like Jagger?”  LOL. 

 

We were about 20 minutes into class and I notice there are several elderly people walking around the outskirts of our class.  This Zumba class is in a church gymnasium, so there must have been a bible study class that is happening at the same time.  While I was doing my hot zumba gyrating, I noticed this old dude (had to have been 80+) walking as close to the wall away from us as he could.  But that little devil, he was trying not to look, but you know he was watching my ass shake.  It took all the powers that be in me not to go over there and shimmy up against him!!  Oh man, would that have been a HOOT!  But, if he would have dropped dead from a boner, that wouldn’t have been very cool. (smile)

 

Anyhoo, class rocked out and I sweated away cleanse protein shakes and farted out garlic and hummus gases from lunch earlier in the day. What a way to get it out of the system anonymously. Those poor women behind me.  That’s one of the other many reasons of why  I love Zumba class- the music is so loud, you could fart the Star Spangled Banner and no one would hear ya!!!

Alright, enough on my Zumba class.  Happy TGIF to you all!  Until the next edition.......