Well, did you ever know how dangerous Zumba can be?
It’s risky to shake it as hard as I do, sometimes.
Let me explain.
Certain instructors like to split the room in half and work the room in a dance-off. A battle of epic, Step Up proportions. And these are excellent times. On Monday, I visited Women’s Only Workout in Chapel Hill for the first time (membership is a perk from the Healthiest You Challenge). I figured I’d tour it and try a Zumba class. Only my fellow participants weren’t exactly as hyped up as I’m used to. While I was hooting and hollering, they were sort of silent coyotes, dancing without words. So, when the room was split up, the instructor called me out.
Instructor: “Who do you Zumba with? Like, who taught you?”
Me: “Oh, goodness, like… any and every instructor, really.”
Instructor: “Well, class, you gotta Zumba like THIS GIRL! Get into it, let’s hear some noise!”
Me – “Challenge ACCEPTED.”
That was a challenge, right? So I decided to REALLY bring it.
The side vs. side dance-off began simply enough, lots of shaking and shimmying.
Then, we took it to the next level. We’re talking booty-popping, locking, and dropping. So I decided to top it off with a grand finale, guaranteed to garner cheers and joy from my fellow Zumb-ers.
After shaking my way to the center, I thrust my hand in the air (like so):
Then, in an epic gesture, I dropped it low and SMACKED the floor. Like this:
And, the moment I spanked the living daylights out of that floor, I felt it. Right in my hand, a searing pain that one might expect to get had they slapped a brick wall for sassing them, or had their hands rapped with rulers for being snarky in school. So, I continued to dance as the crowd roared with laughter and cheering and claps. But what I WANTED to do was this:
What did we learn from today’s lesson, friends?
Winning a Zumba dance off is worth any and all pain.
I don’t regret a thing.