Leave all the afternoon for exercise and recreation, which are as necessary as reading. I will rather say more necessary because health is worth more than learning.
So recently I added a little bling to my credentials. I was Zumba licensed recently! It was one of those big goals I had set for myself, way back in the deep pudge land. I will say though my love affair was not instant with this ass shaking enterprise. It was actually quite the opposite.
My first Zumba class started with anxiety, nervous butterflies, and ultimately puking with a side of pants dropping. Oh yes, it was an affair to remember. There was no love lost between Zumba and myself.
I find many peoples first taste of this exercise (or any new endeavor actually) is much the same (minus streaking and regurgitation... I hope.). They don't like it. They walk in, find a spot in the back corner, watch as all the seasoned rump shakers move effortlessly through each song. While the newbies (myself) stumble and trip through the choreography. I have something to enlighten you about though.
No one is watching you!
It was my own intense sense of vanity that everyone must be watching me make an ass of myself. My self confidence was so low I really thought the whole class must be thinking; "Oh my gosh Becky look at her butt it is sooo big". Actually no, It was me judging me and no one else. Everyone was staring at themselves in the mirror and only a few times did the instructor come out to visit on the floor. Guess what? She told me I was doing great. WHAT? How could that be? Had she seen the pants incident?
Nope she was glad I was there, and was happy I was moving. I get that now, but it took awhile. I learned to never judge the first class (any first class). Try it three times, because the second time you will remember a little music, the third time you might even get some of the choreography. Who cares if you do! You are moving and sweating and having a good time. After that you may even (gasp!) enjoy it! That is what Zumba is all about.
Zumba was like a fungus for me and grew and grew until I couldn't take a week without it. Now I find myself doing the salsa at the grocery store or playing zumba music in the car (shaking it as always, probably not safe while driving).
So now I am an instructor, and couldn't be happier! The training was hard too! It was nine hours of intense booty busting, but I did it. I was among the first row folks. I can say too with a little pride I was slightly better than some. I can't wait to start teaching classes and leading a room. Hopefully stirring someone like myself to keep going.
It doesn't matter what exercise you find your passion in. Just find one, and you will be so much happier to have that relationship. Be it running, crossfit, step, or spin. Just find what makes you happy... Even if it isn't at first.
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