Zumba!

Zumba!!!

It is all the rage right now.

I was so excited to find that the community center at the next town over was offering Zumba for only $3.oo. The class is taught 3 nights a week, but I can only attend twice due to class.

I was so excited, but I became even more excited when my friend Elizabeth said that she would go with me.

We walked into our class a little nervous.

It was in an old classroom.

There were 5 of us, and we were all about the same size.

After class, I knew that I had found my true calling...

a Zumba instructor!!

I was good! I was picking up the moves quickly.

All I needed to do was to get to where I wasn't breathing so hard and memorize the dances.

I was set!

When Thursday night came along, I was so excited to enhance my zumbaing skills.

Elizabeth and I had even convinced another friend to come with us.

There was a problem though...we had a different teacher this time. A skinny, peppy girl that I have known for about 10 years. Bridgette.

Bridgette and I had done colorguard during the same time and her friend dated my friend for several years in high school. Andrew was even a groomsmen for that friend's wedding.

She murdered me.

Any thoughts I had about being a successful Zumba teacher flew out of the window.
I looked as if I had never had control over any of my arms or legs.

Bridgette was like a cat on speed. I looked like a fish out of water.

I couldn't help but think while I was watching her, that I used to be able to move my body like that.

Today I am a little sore, but I can't wait to go back and learn. Just you wait, I am going to get it!