Zumba Gold with the snowbirds.
Wednesday I finished my cardio and weights in the gym, and I
was waiting on my husband’s pickle ball games to end. Since he likes to play two or three hours, I
decided I had time to try the Zumba Gold class.
I entered cautiously because I’ve been nursing a knee injury
for about three months. My expanding waistline
pushed me into the class. I promised
myself I would not do any pivoting motions or jumping. The ladies welcomed me enthusiastically. Since I was a little early, I sat down on the
chairs lined against the wall.
The first lady to extend her greeting was a Pentecostal
looking lady with her hair piled high in petals in that 1960 style that I once
loved. She smiled and said hi, and began
warming up to the music with a wiggle here and a wiggle there. Next, I noticed a woman getting a chair for a
man who obviously had had a stroke. She dragged
a chair to the mirrored wall of the room. He used his cane to slowly follow her,
and she helped him sit down and said, “ Enjoy, dear. I’ll be back in an hour.” Beside him was a six foot man who weighed at
least four hundred pounds. He was
swinging him arms back and forth beside his rotund, mounded stomach like he was
cross-country skiing to music. He swayed to the warm up music that the teacher
played as she practiced the upcoming steps in front of the mirror. Next
to the large man was a very fit man, who looked like a runner from his defined
legs and running gear. He was smiling
from ear to ear getting ready by jumping up and down in place.
Admittedly, the men’s
corner mesmerized me, but my attention was immediately drawn to a gray haired
lady, who appeared to wear 3 X tops and XXL bottoms. I admired that she was here, but what was
most amusing was she wore a very wide belly dancer’s belt complete with
bangles, bling, and baubles around her waist area. She began jingling when she
was moving to the music. The Pentecostal waved at her, as did the teacher and
others. The group seemed extremely
bonded and cordial.
Another gal flew past
me bedecked in a black rain cape. She immediately pulled it off to reveal black
tights, a glittery off the shoulder fitted top in turquoise covered by a long
black vest like top. I tried to talk to
her only to learn she didn’t speak English, just Zumba.
Needless to say, I was no longer considering my waistline
and contemplating making a run for it. I
couldn’t change my mind because grandmas of various sizes were blocking the
door as they hurried to take their place by bopping and swaying with loud
enthusiasm and laughter. I liked their passion and excitement to begin class.
Then, the sixty-year-old teacher welcomed the class and
turned up the music. We all followed as she modeled the dance steps. I too took
my place in line as she announced, “ Welcome Sandi, she’s our newest member.”
Trust me, I was not volunteering for a membership card at this point. Within minutes, I was surrounded by seventy
plus year old ladies dancing, jiving, and singing along with a song that said
“he’s got all his junk together in the right places.” Oh, my, this was surreal, entertaining as
well as good exercise. The next song
everyone sang, “ To the right, to the right,” kicking and turning like the
Rockettes. YMCA was a favorite as was
the twist and then grapevine steps. I
was sweatin’ and groovin’ with my newfound friends. As we were doing the
freeze, I noticed the man in the chair just smacking his hand and arm against
his leg trying to keep the beat. When I
left, they gave me high fives as I left and told me not to forget to come back.
I met Denny after pickle ball. His question, “ Did you have a good
workout? You are sure sweating.”
“I not only had a good workout but one I will remember and
share. Will I return? I will because Zumba Gold with the snowbirds
in Englewood was a fun class. Today I will slow my day down and rest me knee by
joining one hundred and fifty snowbirds doing yoga on the beach. Who said
growing older was boring? Not me.
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