I’ve been attending the Zumba class at our Wellness Center now for about four or five weeks. It’s been a lot of fun.
And although I sweat like a hog and often feel like a heifer, my love of dancing overcomes any feelings of ridiculousness.
Since we meet at 10:30 in the morning on Tuesdays and Thursdays, you can safely imagine that the class is populated with women “of a certain age.”
In fact, one of the new recruits this morning was just a young’un—she was celebrating her 50th birthday by joining our party.
She lamented that she couldn’t believe she was 50 years old, but I told her shoot, that ain’t nuthin’—life is just starting to get fun.
For those unfamiliar with Zumba, it’s a form of dance exercise that usually lasts about 45 minutes and is led (in our case) by an incredibly upbeat and impossibly slim instructor.
But if you’re thinking, “yeah, but how can she relate to us,” I will tell you she is the mother of four kids, ages 9 to 2 and a half.
And she still has a pelvic floor. (I’m guessing.)
The songs we learn routines to are, for the most part, Latin-inspired—with a lot of samba, merengue (mmm….meringue….but I digress), salsa and a few hip hop and swing pieces thrown in for good measure.
In other words, a lot of hip shaking and grinding.
One of the gals in my age bracket (older than dirt) confided in me a few weeks ago that she had a real problem getting past all the hip work. She said:
“I think it’s my parochial school upbringing that’s getting in the way.”
Today, when we were doing our hip swings and grinds, I looked in the big mirror we dance in front of and saw that she was obviously not holding back any longer.
When the song was over I went up to her and said “Hey, girl, you were really getting down there! It looks like you’ve overcome your parochial school upbringing after all!”
She laughed and said “Yeah, and to think of all the time I wasted in college!”
Here’s a video of a Zumba class (not mine, but the enthusiasm and varying body shapes and abilities are similar.) Enjoy!