Fact: I have no Rythym

Its no secret. When I married my husband ten years ago it was proven. His entire family was doing the Electric Slide like they were fresh off the Soul Train. Meanwhile, I was off in a corner greeting the other white guests that couldnt dance.

I guess I just have Guilty Feet? I have accepted the fact that I dance like a mixture between Ed Grimley, The Jerk, Riverdance and granny Squaredancers. Secretly though.... I want to DANCE my heart out !!! And I mean, like a serious,  Hip Hop,  groove dancing machine. I feel like it can happen. I mean I LOVE Music. LOVE isnt even a strong enough word. My head is at least 60% song lyrics. Everyone knows that music and dance go together like peas and carrots, right? So naturally one would hope with the love of one they would be blessed with some sort of rythym. Sadly not in my case. I hear a song and bam !*! The picture in my head gives me some crazy moves! It feels like I can totally do it. Then I try, and the buzzer sounds....

Honey I am not.

So last night I went to Zumba. Zumba is a crazy, amazing, high impact,  Latin infused,  Aerobics class. Let me tell you, It is THE TITS. Not only do you burn like 600 calories but you have the potential to learn some pretty sweet moves. The instructor literally shook her ass for five minutes straight. And not just a regular ass shake. Im talking about BET after dark, Ludacris would rap about it, serious ass shaking ! She said it was working our inner thighs, Gluts,  and quads or something like that. I was to busy containing the bursting laughter inside me at this class full of middle aged (mostly caucasian) women trying to master the rumpshaker, myself included. But, I admit I was excited. Finally, I might actually learn some smooth moves to Dance my ass off, Literally !!

Here is to Zumba, I can not wait for the next class - AYE AYE AYE AYE !! WOOT WOOT !