Zumba me this...

So Jere has been touting for weeks the joy that is his Thursday morning class at the gym.  He lurves it so and has asked me to try it out with him. 

Problem....that is precisely when I'm dropping Maggie at school AND supposed to be at institute.  So, it hasn't happened.

Today, when I DIDN'T get up and work out like I SHOULD (disclaimer, Max appeared in my room at 3:30 a.m. with a bloody nose face, which required, cleaning and such and this was the 2nd night in a row).  And THEN I STILL didn't go at 7:00 when I could, simply because I'm a lazy Holstein (wasn't that so much nicer sounding than saying cow?) I decided that I HAD to do something or I would die.  I'd arranged for Maggie to ride to school with her new bestie Navi, so that was taken care of.  My apologies Jenny D., I chose my physical well being over my spiritual.  I know, I know.

So 9 a.m. rolls around, and there I was, all prepped and ready to go for ZUMBA. It's all the rage you know.  However, we were doing Zumba with a twist.





In The Pool.



AQUA ZUMBA.   Or better known as...Party in the pool.

Well at least that's what Jodi here claims.

All images taken from Google.

What?  Don't you know me by now.  I can NOT dance.  I am rhythmically challenged.  There is no way on Gods green earth that I would ever be trying this on land.  PLUS, the jiggling, OH THE JIGGLING.  Joining us were Julie, and Peggers (my mother in law), and Linsey, our pregnant friend in need of an exercise easier on her body.

This picture is precisely why I love me some water aerobics, and or

Aqua Zumba, or any water exercise.

Cause it's just usually a pool full of ladies that look like this.

Which makes me in all my bright, white, lucious glory feel better about things.

However, what it was really like was this:

Well fine, we weren't at a swanky resort, and there weren't 50 of us.

And our instructor was not a ripped, sixpack man.

BUT she was an adorable, fabulously toned woman.

All I have to say is...it was fun!

It was a surprisingly hard workout (at times)

And I am most definitely gonna be sore at 9 p.m tonight (since that is the magical hour when ALL my sore muscles for the day show up).

I'm so glad I went.

So fun.

Got a workout.

Feel better about me.

Downside...didn't shower until 2:00.

Got less accomplished.

Clearly, I am a creature of habit.  And breaking said habit throws a crazy wrench into my days.

I NEED to be up early and done early so I can get ready and get more done.

PLUS, WAY more interesting peeps at the gym during my usual time frame.

My verdict:

Super fun. Could possibly go again.

But most likely will stick to my regular peeps and time.

Hip shaking and booby bouncin,

Allyson