Zumba is the devil. Zumba kicked my ass. Kicked. My. Ass.
For those of you who don’t know, Zumba is like Broadway choreography set to Latin music. Here’s an “official” definition.
Maybe the moves are “easy to follow” for the other 99.9 percent of the population, but I couldn’t even make the drill team in high school. And they didn’t have a full squad even after I tried out, if that tells you something.
Thankfully, this fellow was not my instructor.
I felt like a “Fantasia” hippo thrown in with the Rockettes.
Me
Them
I’m not completely inept, it just takes me a while to learn choreography. Once I learn it, I won’t forget. But it is hard to learn when your life is flashing before your eyes.
There were weights involved also. And mats. And Desperate Housewives in cute workout clothes. I’m so glad my friend Keisha was there for a reality check. And to make sure I was breathing.
See the guy in the back? Kindred spirit.
I’m proud to say I made it through without blacking out. My face was Pantone 187, though.
It is the color I imagine Hell to be. Zumba, I’ll see you in Hell on Monday!
Observe and report 
Interesting. I want to say that back in the day SCAD’s red was 187. On paper it’s a very dark red brick color. (Check with Mark Rand.)
LikeLike
Yep. That’s about right.
LikeLike
They have Zumba for kids in Dawsonville…..I am going to sign them up pronto after reading this.
LikeLike