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I'm not making this up. If i were to go to the doctor and ask them to diagnose me, they would surely say that I have a severe case of klutzy-itis. I used to be so ashamed of it. I would do whatever I could to cover it up and all the while silently pray that nobody saw me. I have finally gotten to the point where I embrace my inner klutz. I own it now. Did you ever notice that old people say whatever is on their mind? They don't give a flying fig who hears them or who they may be offending. I am realizing that it must start the minute you have an inkling of self confidence.
Armed with this knowledge and a touch of athletic background, I decided to jump on the bandwagon and try.....hold on to your seats....ZUMBA. I said I didn't care how much I messed up. At least I was getting off my butt and doing something. I'd heard bits and pieces about it and even seen some after hours infomercials on it but still, I forged on, confident that this was for me. First class in, I was hooked! I was ready to buy all the appropriate gear and fashionable clothes to look my best while summoning my (non-existent) Latin roots. It's not easy and I did trip over myself trying to stay with the instructor but it was awesome. As long as nobody was watching me, as far as they knew I would be taking the Latin world by storm. I was actually so good that I would be teaching my own class in no time! Then I took class two.
During my Zumba high, I convinced my 8 week postpartum friend that this was the path to better health and would be a huge step in my effort to run a 10K later this year. We got to the class and the instructor decided that we all needed to kick it into high gear that night. Oh, my poor friend. Outside of the fact that I could barely follow the new moves, I was still enjoying myself and hoping that someday soon I would catch on. Then my friend whispers to me, between gulps of water, " You really don't like me as much as you say, do you?" ugh.... really? We still had 50 min. to go.