Yesterday was my first Zumba class and I enjoyed it more than I thought I would, however lost I was and the faces I made to myself over the fact that everyone was going right when I was going left I didn’t think for a second that I had to quit just because I was getting things wrong. For me that is a huge step! That is not related to me wanting to quit , but to the fact that I’ve been a little down these past few months and I’ve had a hard time keeping my own negativity in check.
Group classes have never been my cup of tea, mostly because it involves sharing a vulnerable moment with other people and even worse at the gym as I had an awful experience before where I was basically there so people could make fun of the fat one trying to get fit and failing miserably.
With Zumba I had the idea that I was going to be a part of that again, a group of very fit, very perfect people looking for flaws and shortcomings from the rest, but there are three things that helped me through the class:
- My attitude towards it. Preconceived notions or not I decided to be oblivious of it, focus on myself and give it a chance.
- The instructor. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone with the amount of energy and good vibes he gives. You can tell he enjoys it and in turn you enjoy it too.
- Sharing the class with friends and seeing how they liked it helped me realize that it was all about allowing yourself to just try.
Eventually when the class ended and I hadn’t died, which I was really concerned about, I noticed that I didn’t even feel time pass nor did I want to run away and not go back nor did I feel bad about being lost and out of shape. Everyone had such a positive, welcoming vibe that I actually wanted the instructor to keep going.
So, I’m going to let Zumba move me as part of saying Hello ’16, Goodbye ’15.