Yes, I did it again.
Zumba-ed. Past tense..as in I did it earlier tonight..
Only now I am realizing what's wrong..
You know how some people have cankles? You know, where their calves and ankles are
distinquishable?.. indistinguishable.. uh...can't distinguish between where the calf ends and the ankle begins?
Well, since my double mastectomy and my being overweight..I have no distinguishable delineation between my chest and my abdomen..
I have a ........chesdomen..
So, while the instructor is moving various parts in very different directions, I seems to be directionally-challenged..
But not so..I just seem to be not moving because all of me is moving in unison..one straight direction.... because of my....
Huh..Zumba class can be sooooo enlightening.
Oh that, and that I have no rhythm...or coordination..
Actually, I do have coordination..just look at my Zumba clothes...cute T-shirt, leggings, matching earrings, darling socks and tasteful shoes.
Oh, and my hair doesn't move like that either..
Oh, and that you can almost get a black eye while "boxing" with your eyes closed to very fast Latin music..and that it hurts really really bad when you upper-cut yourself..
..and "IS SHE CRYING?? There's no crying in Zumba!
I haven't had injuries like this since I was the Duck in Duck, Duck, Goose in Andy's kindergarten class..
So, teachers can come from anywhere in the universe...
Where are yours from?? I'd love to hear about them :-)