Fish-try Pilates. It really helps as exercise and movement. I am not sure I could make it through a Zumba class either!
Up in these parts of Maine, there is a running Zumba joke. The Zumba place was a front for a cathouse, for real.
Cutest little leader she was, mid-20’s, lithe and full of energy.
The first time I had to stop as the blood in my left leg decides....NOPE, gotta send the blood to the heart, more important right now. Thus my leg muscles scream in agony. Might be getting a stent for this soon but for now it is what it is.
But I stayed and every once in a while I joined in. Those few times I did okay and a couple of times I even followed the Zumba steps correctly.
One lady in the group, I am not making this up, at the end of the session, came over and joined my lament to another attendee that this might not be for me. She was a black lady, not that this matters but she could Zumba and looked good.
“I was watching you out of the corner of my eye,” she said, playfully swatting me with a towel. “I see you got what it takes.”
Well this did kind of make my day as I imagine myself as a bit of a dancer and I believe she was telling the truth, God bless.
I am going to try them all, the Pilates, Yoga, and, of course, more Zumba.
Cause they begged me to come back.
Heh.