Hey there y’all!! Long time, no blog.
This weekend was jam-packed, and I even blogged a pinch about it in this week’s Six Pack Sunday: My Cousin’s Wedding. That being said, considering it was the longest time I’ve spent home in a looooong time. Monday, since I had off, I took advantage of the bonus day and staved off my flight until Tuesday morning. The cost? One exhausted Jordan.
Payoff? Phenomenal Sister Date!
On the agenda?
Pancakes (banana chocolate chip… with sprinkles), Baking (Namely, Courtney’s Crackled Sugar Cookies), Zumba, Lunch at Moe’s, and FroYo. All before 4pm (game time for her volleyball game!) It was daunting, especially after drinking all the beers during the weekend, but, with little Kiley by my side, I was ready for anything.
Up first? The cookies.
Since they take about 12 minutes to cook, but we were already dressed for zumba, clearly we only had one option.
16 takes of each pose later, they were ready!!
Fast forward to a trip to the YMCA. The 1pm Zumba class on a Monday is not something my schedule normally allows, so I jumped at the chance. When we got there, we realized that wasn’t my standard Zumba class. It was, in fact, a whole different ballgame.
The two of us probably brought the average age of the fitness room down about 26 years. While I’m used to the college students from UNC and Duke, or the young professionals from the Research Triangle who dress in Lululemon, Nike, and Under Armour, the fashion in this class was outfitted in jeans (no joke), plaid shorts, and stirrup pants. We stuck out like two sore thumbs. Two sore thumbs that were about 6″ taller than most of the other women in the class. We’re tall, we’re gangly, and we have zero rhythm.
Clearly, we were meant to be in this class.
Well, we were given weird looks as we were flailing around, taking steps way longer than needed, and jumping up and down. In fact, at one point, a woman leaned over to us and said “Man, whatever you’ve got going on in your shoes, I think I need it!”
Both of us are tall, lanky, and athletic. Surprisingly, that doesn’t actually translate to being a good dancer whatsoever. It mostly translated to us looking like we were illustrating plyometric drills instead of salsa and merengue steps. But we got some laughs, we felt like spastic jellyfish, and we broke one heck of a sweat.
And, even though I may not have any sexy Latin moves, I can, at times, drop it like it’s hot.
It was great to take a group fitness class and feel like a goof, instead of focusing solely on knocking out serious cardio. I even followed my own group fitness etiquette and made sure that, since I wasn’t sure of the moves this woman used, I hung out in the back.
Do you ever take classes just “for fun”?
I can’t say I regularly do, but it’s such a welcome to take a class with a friend (or, in this case, a friend sister HYBRID!) and be silly. I still felt like it was a killer workout, but that might’ve been all the laughter (good for the abs, I heard.)
Stay tuned for a wedding post in the near future!!