It was brought to my attention the other day that I have been neglecting my blog....and more specifically that I have a confession to make on my blog....so, here goes.
The other day at Spin Class a Zumba song came on, and I spontaneously broke into the Zumba moves for it. Yes, you heard me right, I KNEW the Zumba moves. This takes me back to one of the items that originally showed up on my bucket list, taking a Zumba class.
I was very resistant to the thought- those of you who have known me a while know that while I have played many sports in my day, dance has never, ever been on my radar (except for a brief stint in the late 1990's when we frequented Cowboys a lot, and even then it was more the alcohol talking to me.) I can shoot a basket, kick a soccer ball, run a mile, swim a lap, do anything that has the same repetitive motion in it. Dance changes moves frequently and drastically, and to be honest, scares the crap out of me.
So, as a tribute to my bucket list, I attended a Zumba class with Darby. At first I was worried about what I looked like, until I realized the bigger issue would be avoiding running into others. I couldn't keep up with the class, and felt a little (okay, a lot) foolish when I got done. Not long after that my gym closed, and I didn't ever have to worry about showing my face in that Zumba class again.
Flash forward several months later, and we began our "The Biggest Loser" program at our school. Again, for those who know me well, you know I am competitive, and I can't stand to lose. I got some friends on a team with me, and talked one of them into coming with me to my new gym. While I wanted to take her to Kickboxing, she wanted to try Zumba. She was a team member, so to help my team win I decided if it took me going to Zumba with her to get her to the gym, I could do it.
We suffered through the back row, and giggled every time we almost ran into each other. The energy in the room was contagious and we found ourselves having a good time. We survived the class, and lived to tell about it.
As my days got more hectic, I found the Zumba class was the one class that consistantly fit into my schedule. Then I realized something- the more I went, the more I picked up, and the less dumb I felt at the end of the class. I got to where I went 3 days in a row and it hit me. Zumba is just like accounting.
When I was at Clemson I took beginning accounting my sophmore year. Ninety minutes twice a week. Six weeks in I dropped it. The next semester I tried it again. Although I went to class and paid attention, I just couldn't get it. After I dropped it the second time I decided I had to either take it somewhere else, or change my major.
During the summer I found a 4 week class at Kennesaw which met every day, and I signed up for it. What I found was that if I went to the class daily, did my homework, and was able to ask questions daily, the accounting stuck. I finished the 4 week class and actually ended up with a B in it. Something about the daily repetition made it finally stick.
Back to the Zumba......now that I have been going on a consistant basis I actually "get" most of the moves. Now I won't say they look pretty when I am doing them, but it has been a while since I have run into someone else during the class. The music is great, the people in there are fun, and the instructor I LOVE.
So if anyone in the area wants to try Zumba, let me know and I will go with you. And thank goodness my hubby is a CPA and I never have to look at accounting again.
