Tuesday morning...
I got off the spinning bike, finishing up my last couple of minutes on the workout cycle I was doing. Thirty minutes of hills and inclines-- I was feeling good. My mom walked past me and opened the door that led to the gym, turning around and gesturing for me to follow.
We walked into the gym where 7 or 8 women were standing around, some stretching their legs, others chatting, a couple rolling up their sweatpants.
Well, this should be interesting, I thought as Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" started playing on the stereo. All at once, a short, blonde-haired woman sashayed over to the front of the group. She was wearing purple gym pants and a bright pink t-shirt that had Zumba! written across the front in bright letters.
Her hips never stopped moving as she called for the ladies to get in rows and follow her movements. I looked uncertainly over at my mom, who smiled back encouragingly.
"Just follow her. The movements aren't that hard if you just memorize the routine," she said.
The instructor then began a long series of hip-shaking, grapevine-ing, and arm waving. The other ladies followed suit while I stood there, smirking, and watching. The other Zumba-goers all seemed to be in their 50's and 60's. More power to 'em, but I couldn't help feeling out of place. Not only did everyone look absolutely ridiculous...they were shaking their hips better than I could ever hope to.
But I dove in anyway, trying to mirror the instructor's moves, but somehow always seeming to be off a beat. The Latin music filled the room and obviously inspired the instructor because she suddenly began a complex combination of kicks, twirls and shakes that no one could keep up with. The ladies kept trying, however, and I couldn't help but giggle a little bit at the slight chaos of it all.
So, I mostly stood there, watching, silently laughing, and thinking about what I was going to eat when I got home...
But oh, I'm definitely going again.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Forget It
So I previously mentioned that I would be posting my columns on this blog which turned out to be a bigger hassle than I wanted to deal with. So if you want to read my stuff, ask me and I'll send ya a copy.
So here I am! Back in good ol' North Carolina. Not quite sure why I'm here, but I figure I'd just go with the flow and see what happens. So far I've got an internship lined up with The Herald Sun (a newspaper in Durham about 10 minutes away) and I may have a job at a chocolate/pastry shop. Fun, no?
So we'll see what happens. I'm also looking to start my mission papers and hopefully be gone somewhere exotic by the end of the summer. Unfortunately, for that plan to work I need money. So...ugh. We'll see. For now, I'm just going to go with it, see what happens, and hope for the best.
Yes the weather's great and I can just rest and relax here at home...but already I miss snowy, busy, crazy, crowded Rexburg. Weird, huh?
So here I am! Back in good ol' North Carolina. Not quite sure why I'm here, but I figure I'd just go with the flow and see what happens. So far I've got an internship lined up with The Herald Sun (a newspaper in Durham about 10 minutes away) and I may have a job at a chocolate/pastry shop. Fun, no?
So we'll see what happens. I'm also looking to start my mission papers and hopefully be gone somewhere exotic by the end of the summer. Unfortunately, for that plan to work I need money. So...ugh. We'll see. For now, I'm just going to go with it, see what happens, and hope for the best.
Yes the weather's great and I can just rest and relax here at home...but already I miss snowy, busy, crazy, crowded Rexburg. Weird, huh?
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