I’ve been regularly participating in Zumba at my gym since July, and I’ve gotten pretty good at shaking my azz. When I saw that there was a Zombie Zumba at the local university, I decided to take on the challenge.
I dressed like my favorite female s-hero, Wonder Woman, and was feeling like 100%. I was gonna walk into that Zumba class and show them how to really shake azz with pizzazz. I made a home-spun blue cape and lined it with gold scotch tape. Of course I topped my costume off with my gold and red Zumba skirt.
My good friend accompanied me to the class and we were ready to show these college students that we can still hang. Well, the instructors were so hyped and energetic, neither the students, me, nor my friend could hang a damn nail. There were just too many damn routines to remember, and dammit the class made me feel old as dirt. The instructors were tag teaming each other, taking turns with their terroristic Zumba moves. Before I could finish one move, they had already completed a shake-it squat combination. Since it was obvious that I couldn’t complete the moves with pure totality, I decided to make up my own routine and continued shaking my azz as usual.
I have to admit that it was the best work out I’ve had in a long time, but we decided it was time to throw in the towel when the instructors started adding several leaps to the routines. I was so engulfed in making my costume for the class, I never thought I would actually be exhausted after the class.
I could barely get out of bed the next morning for work. Those instructors were either invincible super heroes, or they were on some type of super Meth. Either way, it was pleasantly exhausting, and soooo much fun.