I went to zumba for the first time ever tonight. I haven’t been to an organized class since doing heat yoga 3 years ago. School got the better of me, as did work, and I hated the idea of working out around others. I did workout DVDs. I went for walks (mostly with C). But classes…no way.
One of my coworkers convinced me to go tonight. I have been intrigued by zumba but never tried it. I loved how by the end of class I was a sweaty mess. I loved how no one judged me or corrected me if I did a dance move wrong (I felt self conscious at yoga if I was corrected doing a pose). I could laugh and have a good time but still work out. It was great. I see what the draw is. And I will do it again.
And C made me with buffalo wings for dinner after. And I didn’t feel guilty having them either. 🙂