Can attending zumba class and *learning* (I haven’t learned anything yet- I am in a sort of embarrassed, sheepish survival mode) 3 new dances yesterday delete all semblance of conscious thought?
I haven’t bought the scarf with the coins; I haven’t bought the magic zumba shoes; I don’t have cute, theme appropriate zumba outfits. I have my yard clothes, a chip clip, and hope.
Yesterday I was also the recipient of positive expectations and feedback. One ‘my age’ lady approached me before class and immediately began demonstrating one of the harder steps and nodding encouragingly. The odd thing is that I responded by dancing back- we had a sort of dueling zumba moment.
Then there was the nice lady who smiled broadly after new dance #2 and said, “You have really improved.” As my grandmother used to say,
“Bless her heart.”
I shall return- at 6:15 pm today, at our local park’s open air pavillion, where all of the walkers and joggers running by can stop, slack jawed and say,
“Mrs. H. is that YOU?”