Zumba Class

This last week, my mom and I started going to Zumba. It's a class put together by my mom's work, so it happens in her building. She works for CEVEC, which is located behind Mayfield Middle School. Being a Brush alumnus (as well as my mother), it's weird going to my rival's school, even if I pass the middle school and go for another building. as I drove back to CEVEC, I had to pass by Mayfield's soccer field that both the middle school and high school uses. At least they did over five years ago. I remember it being a crappy field and we ended up losing a lot of games on it. It had this annoying hill right behind one of the goals and if you shot and missed...

This isn't what we looked like, but I like the image.

All right, I'm getting off topic already. Anyway, I got there a little early because I wanted to make sure I knew where I was going and all that. My mom had enough time to show me around to the classrooms and workstations used by the students, not to mention introduced me to all of her coworkers. They were all very nice people and I made a point to keep eye contact and shake their hands because getting people jobs is what they did. I felt a need to prove to them I was a confident and polite individual.

When I went over to give my payment to the Zumba instructor, she stopped me and asked me a few questions. I think she thought I was a high schooler even though I was wearing my Marietta College soccer practice uniform. We got to talking about colleges, even though I think she missed me mentioning that I was in grad school. She also asked if I did Zumba before and I got to proudly answer yes. My mother though, has only used the Wii. She seemed to understand that.

The women of the class first assembled in the space. They chatted among themselves as my mom continued to introduce me to them. Most of them wore baggy T-shirts and sweatpants or shorts, making it a very informal atmosphere. Even when meeting the principal, she wore a T-shirt that displayed a monkey and a funny phrase to go with it (since I am aware she should be respected, I will keep the shirt a mystery. In her defense, it was a gag gift conveniently useful for working out). We formed two hesitant lines with me near the windows and my mother to my right. The Zumba instructor took her place in front of us as the upbeat music began to play.

Now, I was a little nervous doing Zumba with my mother because it does involve a lot of shaking. Turns out, wriggling your rump aggressively can tone your abs and makes your butt fit and firm. It is a skill to be mastered, though, and I would say after the amount of dance floors I've conquered, I have a slight idea how it works. Not to mention, ten years of Irish dancing helps. Not entirely because Irish dancing does not move your arms, but it does train you how to isolate and control different body parts.

It felt great to be moving and dancing again. Sometimes the moves felt odd or forced because I occasionally my rump would forget which way to shake. Other times, it felt entirely natural and I could feel my smile broadening with every move. Since I am out of shape, I couldn't help watching the clock as my body protested. I wanted to keep dancing, but it probably was a bad idea to inhale a few mozzarella sticks first. Eventually, the hour ended and although my body felt worn out, I could feel the endorphins making me energized and happy. I quickly had to rush home and shower before going to work at the library, but the work-out was worth it and I look forward to it this coming Thursday.

I will always love to dance. Listening to the music and letting it take control over me. Ignoring any other thoughts and just focusing on my movements. Dancing makes me feel free. It makes me feel alive and powerful. I dance because I'm happy. No matter how stressed or angry I might be, dancing has always taken away my pain. It lets me let go of my worries and focus on what matters to me. As long as I can dance, I will always be able to find my happy place.