Learning a New Rhythm

I wasn’t going to blog about this but it was a special request (love you DC!) and I figured I could correlate it to something. I’m slowly working my way through my Summer 2015 Bucket List (not as fast as I would like though). One of the things I wanted to try this summer was a new workout class. I’m not really a workout class kinda gal outside of my yoga classes, but this is a year of new things and trying as much as I can!

While this wasn’t my first choice the class time fit in well with my free Saturday morning this past weekend. Zumba. One of my best friends religiously asked me to go to Zumba with her for months and I would always decline. So, of course, here I am a year later and going to a Zumba class. I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty. I’m not the most coordinated person in the world and while I think I dance well in private I’m not real sure about shaking it salsa style for an hour.

I showed up and was the ONLY PERSON IN THE CLASS. For someone who has dealt with anxiety that is like one of my worst nightmares. But, I survived. So here I am standing there waiting for other people to show up… one other person comes in and the instructor turns on music. Are we starting the class? She hasn’t made any announcements. Do I just start dancing? Then the instructor starts busting it all over the room – like she is getting down. Having a party all by herself. No one else is dancing. Ummm…

So I did the weaseley (yeah I made that up) thing and left the class. I walked out into the lobby of the Y and just stood there for a minute debating if I wanted to go back in there. I was worried I might break a hip with what she was doing. I’m kidding. I sucked it up and went back in and thank GOD more people had shown up.

What. A. Hot. Mess. I felt like the whitest white girl in the world. Any pride I had in my dancing/booty shaking abilities got shot to you-know-where. I mean, I still think I have some skills but not in that setting. Good grief. Where is the Zumba 101 class?! It was nice, however, to be in an environment where no one else really seemed to be doing a stellar job either.

I don’t know if I’ll be going back as soon as next Saturday but it was a fun experience – and, surprisingly, a very good calorie burner!

When you go outside of your comfort zone you are not going to awesome at everything. You’re going to have moments of struggle. Moments when you feel like a flop. I have those moments when I workout and I do something different or add more weights – it’s like starting all over again. But, you CANNOT let that stop you from going forward. How else do you master something if you give up when you get uncomfortable? In moments of being uncomfortable is when we grow. Sometimes you just have to dance through the growing as best you can.