Zumba aka.... I should have clubbed more in college!

This video is exactly how I felt as I tried my first ZUMBA class.

So I decided that I needed a class of some sort because there was no way I was gonna be running outside in below freezing temperatures this winter.... thus the solution to my problem, drum roll please.......ZUMBA. A gym just down the road from my house has classes. I joined the gym and was very pleased to find that the two nights the class is offered are two nights I have free. So I put on my cutest workout clothes and headed to the gym.
As I walked into the studio I felt like I was in highschool all over again. That dreaded feeling in the pit of your stomach on the day of try-outs where you know you are not good at all and hoping that the coach will have a lapse in judgment and you will make the team. I noticed the instructor a super hottie who is probably a size -55 and I have two thoughts, 1) omg if I do this enough I can look like her and 2) omg I don't belong. Luckily about the time that the 2nd thought is entering my mind a middle-aged woman walks in.... whew okay I will be alright. Several more middle aged women walk in and I am feeling a little bit more confident in my ability to do this. BUT then we start and all the air in my confidence balloon POPS, super hottie (SH) gives a quick demo of the first moves and then the music starts. It is at exactly the point that the music starts that I realize that I wish I wasn't so white, one would think that after working in the inner city for 3+ years I would have somehow through osmosis gained a bit more pigment, but ummm NOOOOOO. As I survey the others around me (it is kind of hard not to cause there are mirrors on 3 of the walls) I notice I stick out a) because I am a giant compared to all these women, b) I have on gray pants and a t-shirt, everyone else has on black pants and a cute tank top. Did you know that middle-aged women have mad moves?? It is at this precise moment that I am kicking myself for not being more of a clubber in college.... though upon later reflection I realize that I probably wouldn't have even been in this class and moved here for grad school had I been a clubber, because let's be honest, my hidden talent would have been discovered and I would be a professional dancer at this point...

Needless to say, I have purchased black, booty shaking pants in preparation for the next class.