I have been taking a zumba class for the past couple of weeks.
Since January 1, the class that should be the size of 55 (Maximum Capacity) has been attended by about 150 people.
(I hate January's at the gym......all these new years resolutioners...just breathing in my air, and taking up my ass shaking space)
This class can be broken into 3 different types:
1. the latin women who have been dancing all their lives
2. the few who can keep up and not look like complete retards
3. the rhythm-less who just shouldnt be there.
Some of our latin dances are just ass-backwards. There are two foot movements on one beat, beats that just shouldnt be there.....and alot of hip and ass shaking, and alot of arm flailing.... all this must be done with attitude, or else you just look stupid.
These dances must be OWNED..............
Which brings me to why I love this class.....aside from the profuse amount of sweat I produce in this class......there is the fact that I am surrounded by the 3 different types...(I would be type 2.)
Its the rhythm-less that crack me up. I try not to laugh out loud, but being who I am....I just cannot help myself. But my laughter is usually masked by the spanish only speaking instructor yelling at us "Stas cansados??"
Or the type 1,. who think they are at a back yard bbq, dancing to their favorite cumbia music, and probably had a few shots of tequila before coming to the class....
Last nights class "starred" a rather tall, uncoordinated "man" who will be further known as "the fruit" (self explanatory I think)
this poor thing, flailed his arms about, shook his lack of ass, kicked his legs, along with a few of my fellow zumba-ers....
and all I could think was "the one fruit in this bag of nuts.....and he cant dance"