I used to think I was getting pretty awesome at crunking, especially in my Zumba class, but no! Always be on your guard when vain thoughts like that enter your head. Because when the universe starts to hear you say that, they simply mess with you.
They switched instructors today.
It really was too good to be true! I'm never going to make it to break-dancing champion level like I thought I would. No impromptu clearing the dance floor to make way for this earthquake of amazing that is Georgette's dancing, because clearly I am simply that bad at dancing. Tonight's Zumba class proved so.
Imagine a group of maybe thirty to forty women all vying for a spot in the back of a rehearsal space. Imagine every one of those women being able to keep a semblance of a beat. Now imagine what would happen if the instructor adds steps and a fist-swinging motion to the dance.
Yeah, I almost got punched.
Twice.
I almost got punched twice! And I ran into that same woman so often, that she finally shot me this dirty glare and shuffled to stand in front of me.
That's okay. I wanted that spot anyway.
