I went to the gym to take a spin class today.
I ended up in the Zumba class.
Just in case you don't know, Zumba is latin dancing disguised miserably as aerobics.
You can "mambo, mambo" your way to a toned core.
Three senior citizens were already doing their hip snaps and rolls when I came in.
The instructor was wearing a black sparkly top, parachute pants and make-up.
I was wearing my lucky tennis shoes from 1978, neon pink basketball shorts, and my husband's socks.
Everyone clapped, shimmied, stomped, and yelled "aaarrrrriba". Including me.
Intense stuff.
I think it was in the middle of hopping my way through the Rumba/Salsa when I discovered some things about myself.
1. my hips refuse to relinquish their stiff English heritage.
2. My arms are unusually long.
3 I. Want. Parachute. Pants
I hope I can find some before Zumba this Thursday. :-)
Ask and ye shall receive:
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LOLOL!! Jennifer. You rock.
ReplyDeleteI got kicked out of Zumba. Well, not really. But everyone was laughing so hard at my clumsy attempts they said I had to stand in the back so I wouldn't be so distracting to everyone. Hope you are better at it than I was......as for me, I am sticking to walking (although an 80 year old lady stopped me in the mall and let me know I was walking all wrong)
ReplyDeleteOh man. Aamber. Someone told you that you were walking all wrong? That is too weird. Who does that?
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