Day 51: Zumba is to dance is what chewing a pencil is to being a beaver!
Good Morning 🙂
Final late posting of the weekends shenanigans!
After a hectic weekend, I decided that in order for my exercise not to be half-hearted, I would go to a class…the only organised class at any of the gyms I am a member of (one membership consortium of 4 gyms…I am not that crazy) the only class on a Sunday afternoon (the morning was taken up by there being people at my house and me being slightly sociable) was Zumba. After my more miss than hit experience with Zumba last week I was skeptical but thought I would give it a go…I thought, different gym, different instructor this might be better…
It was worse.
I arrived at the class relatively early, hopeful of an enjoyable time, or, if not enjoyable then at least a good workout…this picture is what greeted me when I walked in. A line of women sitting along what will be the front row of the class, all reserving their “spot”. This was the first thing that put me off the class…I initially wasn’t sure I was in the right place, I thought I might have strayed into yoga or some other class that might have a sitting down component…but Z was the only class on, so that couldn’t be true! Then I realised what was going on, I braved the blank looks I got (I guess new people don’t join this class often) and stood near the back an outcast in my black, non Zumba branded clothing!
As the class got going I waited for things to improve, but yet again, the instructor gave no instruction at all, just did the routine at the front and hoped you could follow, no acknowledgement of the new person in the class, just a chat with the regulars and then dancing with no instruction.
At regular intervals throughout the class I had to talk myself out of walking out and going to the gym instead. I said I would give it a fair chance and I did. It failed me. I put as much effort in as I could, more than the instructor sometimes but it did not inspire me at all!
The main indicator for me was this. My fitbit, measures my actual activity. If I do something that it can’t measure easily (rowing machine, weights etc) you can enter the time of the exercise and it will add on the calculated amount of effort. I tried this with the Zumba class, the calculated effort from the class statistics actually decreased the amount of effort it thought I put in…needless to say I went with the actual measured effort, and I am glad I tried to jump about more than instructed (well not actually instructed…more vaguely shown)
I am aware that there are people out there who love Zumba, all I can think, is that they had a better instructor/class than I have yet managed to find. At least last weeks has friendly people and people who were wiling to have a laugh.
Day 51 complete and lessons learned 🙂