Bollywood Zumba

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!