I've Died and Gone to Zumba

Well. Just came home from my first zumba class and what can I say? I don't even know where to start except for pointing out that when I grow up, I want to be Annie. That woman is unbelievable. She's like ORC's own JLo but way more caliente. Secondly, I had a major shock during the class. For years, I've thought that I'm a pretty decent dancer. I love music, love to dance and no one has ever pointed and laughed that I'm aware of. But guess what? I can't dance...at ALL. I'm reminded of the time I tasted a local after hours pizza during daylight (and sober) hours for the first time and found it is was actually horrible. I can not dance. Wow. I need a few days to actually process this. The good news is that once I broke it down to focus either on Annie's arms or legs, rather than attempting to do both at the same time (like trying to pat your head while rubbing your stomach), I could manage to get through it without bumping into anyone else or getting completely lost. And I had fun. Had a great time actually. I still think zumba would be even better with fruity cocktails and sunny shores but I'll be back next week! Get ready Annie....  :)