I was in a Zumba class today. HI-larious!
My second class ever. I am TERRIBLE.
Yes, I actually tried out to be a cheerleader in high school. So glad it is not on tape.
I am the EPITOME of no co-ordination or rhythm. You will never see a video, but I assure you, it is disturbing on many levels.
I was in my second Zumba class EVER.
Practically everyone in the class knows the moves. I don’t.
Practically everyone in the class is 500 times more coordinated than I am. Oh geez!
I thanked the Instructor at the end of the class. Wanna know what SHE said?
“You were the best one in the class tonight.”
She said, “Everytime I looked around, YOU had the biggest smile on your face.”
I said, “I couldn’t get one move right.”
She said, (WAIT FOR IT) “Are you kidding? You totally nailed it! Only two classes?”
MORAL OF THE STORY…
Play full out with a big, fat smile on your face and no one will know that you are terrified inside! It’s not the dancing that matters, it is how you play!
Love ’em UP!
The Irreverent Sales Girl