Sunday, January 23, 2011
Today as I was jamming in the car to Donna Summer, I had a revelation. Zumba is alright, but the music is not relatable to me. I would pay actual money to join an exercise class that played just disco and funk and perhaps a smidge of Rolling Stones.
No stretching. No warming up. No cooling down. No standing in rows. No instructor shouting encouragement and requiring me to do specific unattainable exercise moves. It would just be a big room with flashing lights, a disco ball and straight move-your-body music for an hour. I would go every afternoon.
I realize I could do this in a bar, but I couldn't do it from 5:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. and be sitting on my couch by 7:00 p.m. Not to mention the fact that my gym clothes and tennis shoes are ever so much more comfortable than my bar hopping clothes and there would be no concerns for makeup mishaps or hair touch-ups. Probably most importantly, the several beers I would consume in a bar would offset my calorie burning mission.
I also realize I could do this alone for free in my own home, but isn't dancing like a maniac so much more fun when you do it with other people?