I show up to a 9:00 am class a little early and am sitting against the wall trying not to fall asleep. I am without caffeine, without makeup, and wishing I had slept in instead of coming. In storms a very hyper lady whom I had seen once before in the first class I ever attended. The class we're about to do is zumba, supposedly a latin dance/aerobics class that I've never been to. As I am holding up the side wall, this lady begins to warm up. Just me and her in the room. No music. Early in the morning. She is doing moves that would make Richard Simmons jealous. I actually thought of sweating to the oldies watching her. She is watching herself in the mirrors, taking it all in. I fully believe that if she would have been able to high five or chest bump herself, she would have. I am trying not to stare and trying not to bust out laughing as she continues a very enthusiastic, only slightly more talented than Elaine Benice, warm up.
All during class she is equally energetic, adding her own flair to all the moves, letting out little "whoo hoo"s every now and then. The entertainment value of having her in class made it worth going. So, lady, wherever you are around Memphis, thanks for the show. I know you were equally as entertained.
My thoughts on Zumba... the instructor had a cute little figure (I am assuming from doing lots of Zumba) but I didn't get that good of a workout. I got a little bored at times.
