Zumba, the Class that Makes You Want a Clinky Skirt...

I was drug by my meanie friend/torturer/exercise-forcer-onner to the local YMCA for Zumba class.  She promised it was going to be fun.  I showed some hesitation, more for her benefit than mine, as she likes to feel like she has influence over people, so she basically told me that I had to have a broken limb to get out of going and told me that she would be picking me up at 5.  (I told you she was mean!)  After briefly toying with the idea of breaking one of my own fingers or something, I said ok.

Ok.

At a little after 5, she arrives and we leave to go Zumba.  Another friend was there for the torture Zumba class as well, and at 5:35 we entered into the chamber room.  There were several people there and I was pleased to see that everyone was not skinny and 5'9", well one lady was, but I will get to her in a minute.

We sat our things down in the corner of the room and stood, waiting for the instructor.  Suddenly, I hear my friend saying, "Girls, we have to move our stuff, because it is in SOMEONE ELSE'S SPOT."  Friend met someone meaner than her that announced our bags and bottles of water were encroaching upon her territory.  So, we moved our things a bit further down the wall. 

Speaking of the walls, all the walls have mirrors from ceiling to floor.  Pfft.....  I have not seen that much of myself all at one like that since the last time I tried on clothes and had to stand in front of those three way mirror things.  Hmmm, I was with torturer/friend that time too.  I am seeing a pattern here.

Anyhoo, the instuctor walks in and the class gets started.  It was a cross between wiggling everything on your body that can possibly wiggle - ON PURPOSE I MIGHT ADD AND THE MORE IT WIGGLED, THE BETTER - and aerobics.  The instructor was very difficult to follow and midway through I was doing some sort of twisty butt thing and essentially broke my knee.  How did I manage that, you ask?  You have to do a twisty knee thing to do the twisty butt thing, or at least that is the only think I can figure out. 

The tall skinny chick I mentioned earlier knew how to do all the twisty things and made them look easy and fun.  She was wearing this clinky skirt and made it jingle jangle in a way I would never be able to manage.  She was clinking with rythm.  I suspect that if I were to have the clinky skirt, the only reason it would make any cool clinky noises at all is because of all the wiggling the wiggly parts of me do without trying. 

So my verdict for now?  It was not fun. But I was told that was because of this particular instructor and that I should not pass judgement without going to another class. 

But, I will have one of those clinky skirts no matter what! 

My new choice of grocery store wear!


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5 comments:

Samantha said...

That is funny. I have never tried that brand of torture. I like punching, so I do Turbo Jam and Turbo Fire :)

Jessica said...

Sam, we did consider joining the Tae Kwon Do class that immediately followed. Hi YAH!

Kimmer said...

Grocery Store Wear? LOL! I would love to do Zumba. If they offered a class in Humboldt at 10 p.m. M-F and maybe at 7 or 8 a.m. on weekends, I could do it!

Erika Gradeless said...

OK, that was really funny. And the skirt...well, I think I'd leave on the manequin or the skinny lady in the class. Althought grocery shopping with it is totally another thing:). Just kidding ,really.

Elizabeth Herr said...

Hey, followed your link from MoldingMinds New Friend Friday Linkup. This is such a funny post. I love Zumba (when I get there) ;)

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