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Three years of ballet clearly did not help

Last night my fellow Zumba-doers and I did a demo at our church festival. Well, I guess mini-class is a better description; we danced for about 30 minutes, doing something like eight songs.

I had misgivings about "performing" in front of everyone. I am not the most graceful person. Actually, I am not even remotely graceful, and I am fairly uncoordinated. And the last time I did anything close to dancing on a stage was for a dance recital back when I was about 10 or 11. When you are a kid, adults will generally oh and ah at you, or at least smile or giggle at the silly moves you make. But at 40, doing the wrong step, being off beat, or tripping, as I have been known to do once or 100,000 times in my life, you will  pretty much just be embarrassing yourself.

But I decided to throw caution to the wind and just have fun. Well, as much fun as I could with the sun beating down on me, not a lot of space to shake my groove thing, and knowing that people, being people, were probably going to judge me.

And you know what? It turned out to be not that bad. I have no idea what people thought about my "performance" and I really don't care. I am not a 20 or 30-something, I don't have the perfect body, and maybe I did look like a "spastic chicken trying to find my head" as Brian so thoughtfully put it. But I got up there and I did it. High five to me!

I am the gal in the back with the medium blue shirt and yellow (not that you can tell) headband.


I might have been smiling. Perhaps to ward off the heat exhaustion.

Comments

Carpetbagger said…
And here I thought that Zumba was that little robot that sweeps the floor.

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