Zumbady Special

It's official - I can now "teach Zumba, use the Zumba name in your class title, and call yourself a Zumba Instructor."

R-oi-iight. Stop laughing. I just underwent 18 rigourous hours of training, and I can now...well at this moment...Nothing. I slept on an icepack last night and plan to embalm myself in Epsom Salts before bed tonight. I so could Not teach a class at this or any moment in the foreseeable future. But that really wasn't the plan. I just wanted to be a better student and the class was taught by Beto and the ZES team. It was amazing!

This all fits into the 100 days of change as well. I knew that I was not any type of aerobic guru, however, it was very interesting to see the different flavours that they come in. The downside was 300 women (12 men) is a set up for estrogen poisoning. Some of the people were Mean Girls at their worst. But most were just women (ages 18 to 64) trying to learn something. I'm still chewing on some of what I learned about myself.

If I were to actually work as an instructor...at least the clothes are more interesting than scrubs.