I know that my fitness post last week was about my new gym class, and I had really wanted to write about something else, but I don’t have anything else to say.
Last week I did a one off Zumba Bollywood class that was for charity. It was at my gym, but cost £2. The class was packed with women of all shapes, sizes and fitness levels. The instructor was a very in shape man.
I’m not much of a dancer, that’s an understatement. I don’t dance. Well, I have the Wii game Just Dance and I like that, in the privacy of my own home. I have no coordination and really just did it for a laugh. This guy had us twirling and jumping and shaking our asses. He was shaking his ass. A lot. In fact, I thought it was kinda dirty. I might be a stereotypical American prude. I had to leave the class. The gyrating was dirty and the twirls were making me motion sick.
I went right out to the gym floor and jumped on the treadmill. I think that’s where I belong. I’ll keep my boot camp class and do push ups until I get muscle fatigue, just don’t ask me to shake my ass and twirl around!