"I've decided that perhaps I'm bulimic and just keep forgetting to purge."

-- Paula Poundstone

Saturday, March 20, 2010

You’re killing me, Zumba Man

Oh, for the love of all that is good and holy: I’m pooped.

I just returned from Saturday Zumba.

Saturday Zumba is quite different from Wednesday Zumba and Friday Zumba.

Here’s a look at my random thoughts as it all went down:

11:30 a.m.: Oh look, a different teacher today. A Zumba Man.

11:40 a.m.: Hey, wait. This is not how Zumba Lady does it.

11:48 a.m.: Jumping? There’s jumping? My god, how many years has it been since I’ve even jumped?

11:59 a.m.: I may actually die today. I wonder if anyone has ever died in here.

12:07 p.m.: How many people will it take to pick my body up if I do actually die in here. Maybe they’d just leave me here and implode me like that whale I saw that one time.

12:20 p.m. Man, that whale implosion is a funny video. I bet the people who read my blog would like to see it.

12:25 p.m.: Oh, look. We’re done.

So, that’s that. Week 3 is in the books, and it looked like this: treadmill 5 days, exercise class 3 days.

I think it’s a pretty good workout schedule that I hope to maintain.

Sunday is my day off from exercising and blogging. My bones are tired, so I’m gonna enjoy it.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend, and check back Monday after Weigh-In #3 to see if my near-death Zumba experience has been worth it.

1 comment:

  1. Supporting you every step . . . keep it up.