Back in Auckland and trying my hardest to find a daily life routine – don’t mock me because when you have ants in your pants…a routine can be a rather difficult thing!! For some reason routine and structure in my head equates to joining a gym. So off I went and signed up at my local YMCA (conveniently located across the street). If that wasn’t enough, I decided to spice things up and break from my typical treadmill/weights workout at the gym and try a class or two.
Sadly, I’m the fool that picked Zumba. Looks fun in the infomercials and how hard could it be right. Turns out there was Salsa, Merengue, Reggaeton, and a bit of swing thrown into what will be forever known as my first Zumba class. I love to dance but all I’m willing to disclose at the moment is that my performance in that first class would have brought shame to Zumba enthusiasts around the world. I struggled everywhere except for when jazz hands were introduced into the workout. My jazz hands were spectacular and it was enough to keep me going throughout the rest of the class. Not sure if it’ll be enough to make me return but it was just what I needed at the time.