I tried a new exercise class today. My awesome water aerobics student B (who reminds me of a way cooler, alternate-universe version of my Mom, with tattoos) has a daughter, S, who has just started teaching Zumba
at the YWCA. So, B & I made a date to take S's class this morning, with lunch afterward.
Holy catz! That was fun! Also, I worked up a good sweat, so probably I'll go back. S is a very enthusiastic and enjoyable teacher. I shook my money maker. I shook everything else too, and only felt slightly silly doing it, because 30 other people were also shaking it and letting it all hang out.
I salsa'ed, I mambo-ed, I did the calypso. Even a non-hip-having whitegirl tomboy like me was able to feel like a Latin dancing queen for 45 minutes.
So speaking of not having hips, it's been brought to my attention that I'm also woefully booty-deficient. I guess I've never really had a booty, having the aforementioned flat whitegirl ass. I mean, I'll never have back like J.Lo, but I might look into how to build up that asset a little.
I'm thinking of exploring some Latin Dance lessons - it might be fun for Nick and I to mambo or salsa to Manu Chao at our wedding reception :) I've got to learn how to swivel those relatively-non-existent hips!