Zumba...I'm Not Worthy

 My daughter Allie is always telling me how awesome Zumba is, so today I snuck away to the Red Mountain Generational Center in the middle of the day to try a class.  First of all, let me just say that I am not a coordinated person at all.  Sure, I played sports in high school and college and I still enjoy sports, but dancing is a whole other thing.  I am not a good dancer.  Wait, that is being too kind.  I stink at dancing!  I entered the class feeling pretty good about myself because I was the youngest one there by about 10 years.  I actually thought, "this is the class for me, I can keep up with these retired snowbirds."  And I could keep up with them, I just stink at dancing.

 By the end of the class I felt like this lady looks, old and ridiculous, if not incredibly limber.

 How do those women do it?  I had no idea what the instructor was saying for most of the hour.  She kept saying something about a combo and all that made me do was think about ordering food at a restaurant.  The music has a fast tempo, but I felt like someone was yelling at me in Spanish for an hour.  Now I know how Matt must have felt when he first got to Mexico.  The whole experience only cost me $2, an  hour of my time and my pride.

Let me just end by saying that I have a whole new respect for anyone who has ever been a dancer or a cheerleader because it isn't easy and I now realize that they work way harder than us "jocks" ever did.  So next time you are at a sporting event and it is half-time, give the dancers the respect they deserve.