I invented a new Zumba move

I invented a new Zumba move today.  I call it the “oh-shit-the-elastic-in-these-shorts-are-shot move.  I know, I know, the name needs a little work if it is going to fit into Zumba’s typical moves like salsa and cumbia. But that’s okay.  I don’t think the world is ready for this new maneuver. Though it does, through fear of deep shame, increase the heart rate.

I mean Zumba, has really helped me kicked body shame to the curb but I’m not quite ready for any more vulnerability, if you get my drift.

So anyway.  The class.  I knew I was in for a blast and I was not disappointed.  The class was packed and Kana, the instructor, was amazing.  By the second song, I was dripping sweat, tripping over my feet and uh, yah, that little shorts’ move. 

So special.

And then...this little fireball dropped in from the Zumba gods.  His name is Nick.  It’s a good thing only he did a few songs here and there because I’m sure my heart rate was into new heights. Ahem.

A gift from the Zumba gods, Nick.

I will confess though.  I almost got into some deep trouble. Really deep trouble. An oh my god, where’s the fucking shovel, deep trouble. 

Now, a typical Zumba playlist scatters in superfast crazy-train songs with more moderate tempo songs.  This moderate song was an Adele song.

Oh shit.

It was a break up song.

Oh, double shit.

Does Adele do any songs that aren’t break up songs?

This was a song that, if I were driving, I probably would have started pounding the steering wheel and pulled the car by the side of the road because I would have trouble seeing through the tears. That kind of song.

Again, I’m glad I’m at the back of the class.  And of course, the damn shorts are keeping me from going into meltdown mode.  I tugged them upward. Again.

And I decided to dance.

Today is Day 35.

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