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Thursday, December 6, 2012

Zumba

I have a blasted membership to Gold's Gym, and have had it for most of my time spent here in Provo. I like having a membership for two reasons:
  1. There are TVs on every treadmill which makes running more exciting than it otherwise might be, especially in the very cold winter months.
  2. There are tons of classes to go to, which are seven times as fun as running anywhere.
  3. I lied, there are 3 reasons, the third being that you can go to the gym 24 hours a day. I can go workout when otherwise it would be too dark to go, being a girl and all.
There are downsides to having this membership too. Including:
  1. It costs money.
  2. It is a 2 year contract.
  3. I have to drive there.
  4. I only know 1.4 people who have a membership who can go with me, and they live far enough away that it can be a challenge to go together. This is only a problem because it is easier to go when you have people to go with.
It would appear that the pros are outweighed by the cons, but I don't really know how to get out of my contract. This, however, is not what this post is about. 

Yesterday I went to a class for the first time in forever. I was lucky to have a class cancelled, allowing me time to go to Zumba, one of my favorites. It is hilarious to go to partly because of  me, but mostly because of the other class attendees. I am sure that I am ridiculous to watch, trying to do these intricate aerobics meets hip hop meets Latino dance moves. I have zero hand-eye, leg-arm, arm-body, etc. coordination. My family will attest to this, as will the videos we have of my very short career as a member of a clogging team. I get enjoyment though avoiding looking in the wall-sized mirrors and pretending that I'm a girl with swagger. That is 1/3 of the fun.

The other 2/3 of the fun comes from people watching. There are three different groups of people who come to these classes. The first are the super fit, skinny, tan, middle aged moms/who knows what they do. They have perfect hair, and perfect little exercise outfits that border on the scandalous side of the spectrum. I am so impressed by their commitment to physical fitness and their saucy dance moves. From far away they look like they are 20 something but upon closer inspection you see small lines around their mouth and eyes, revealing they are older than they appear. Perhaps it's classes like Zumba, along with tanning beds, keeping them so young.

The second group of people are the Latinos who actually can do all the moves with grace and real skill. They are way fun to watch, because their hips don't lie. Individuals in this group come in all different shapes and sizes. The third group of people are people like me, who are there to have a good time, but aren't quite cutting it. This class was just a bundle of kicks and giggles. The energy level is always incredible when you gather a group of women together like this one.

Perhaps I should mention there was one man present, who fit into the first category of people. He had a really coordinated workout outfit and knew every move by heart. The instructor actually invited him and his wife? onto the stage to do one of the songs with her. He and his wife? were wearing a matching outfit. Cute.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

hahaha oh zumba, I've been going to it lately and I'm pretty sure I could write 20 blog posts on the matter but they would probably turn out kind of mean---I've never experienced such a rich source for human ridicule. You missed a category--aisian. The latinas, ya they are awesome, most of the white girls have at least and ounce of rhythm, but mary, the type of movements required for zumba. . . aisian bodies just don't move that way