Heyyyyy macarena aight!!!

So I have been a busy bee!

This weekend I got in a good swim with my friend Barbi who completely schooled me whilst being pregnant. (I am trying not to hold it against her) In any case, I headed off to belly dancing again on Tuesday which was fun as usual. I went for another round of swimming with my cousin on Thursday, which aside from working on not running into the lane guards due to my foggy goggles, is pretty standard. The surprise this week came just yesterday when I joined my good old pom girls for Zumba at the Bally's in Wheaton. In no time the weird began to set in when we checked in. The gentleman at the counter told us that the woman who taught the class cancelled, and that something else was going on up there instead. We asked if it was Zumba, to which he responded "something similar." We paused for only a moment in confusion but then he said we didn't have to pay, so we were immediately back on board since you can't beat free.

Once in the room we were greeted by a tall man with a lisp, short shorts and capezios.(For those of you unfamiliar, they are fancy dance shoes). He basically indicated that he was a student and that he was going to teach the class instead because he "needed to get his workout in". Amazing. was all I could think as we went straight into some serious pelvic thrusting and jumping around with no warm up. I am not sure where the real fun began, but what I can tell you are several highlights that will make me wish that every class I go to is taught by this man. I should say that I felt like we were interrupting his private dance moments as he swirled around in dancing bliss. Anyhow, the first brilliant moment came when... come to think of it, I can't remember his name, for the sake of the story I will refer to him as Cha Cha... when Cha Cha came around as each of us girls shook our butts and he proceeded to fo-play the bongos on all of them. Yes... he played our butts as instruments. Then "Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur" began to play and we did some rendition of what only I could consider the macarena. (I may have taken a moment to add a few extra shakes in order to complete the set) I can't forget to mention when we formed an actual conga line and proceeded to shake and hop our way around the room without actually catching the dance steps since Cha Cha was in a world of his own. But my favorite moment may not make sense to most of you. See these are the girls who helped make dance what it is to me. So when "somehow" I ended up in the back of the class with my old roommate Amy, I was not at all surprised to see Kesso and Mya up front diligently trying to catch every step, while much like our years in high school Amy and I stood in the back figuring out how to fake it why still looking like we had it down.

This is not to say that we weren't working our butts off- this was just self preservation so there was enough energy left to at least walk out to the car. So- lesson learned? Take lots of strange classes so you can laugh at yourself while somehow managing to get your own sweat in your mouth (yuck), and have the rest of the gym gather to stare at you through glass walls. But I think the better part of this evening was doing it along side of the girls I learned how to dance with and having Cha Cha ask us where our cohesive dancing came from to which we proudly held our heads high for a moment to say 'we've still got it'.

Thank you ladies- next up? Amy has discovered a Glee dance class, let the Journey begin. Also in the works- hip hop, and a possibly purchase of the shake weight. Stay tuned and don't forget suggestions are welcome!
*****Update!!!**** Next Up: Jiu Jitsu on Sunday! I can't believe I got convinced to do this... eek!