Welcome to RainyMay.com

I have waited for this day for weeks. It’s Zumba day? Do any of you know what this is? Neither did I until about and hour ago. I have a neon flyer in my car advertising this exercise/dance class from my local gym. It claimed to be fun, high calorie burning, and easy for anyone to pick up. That last one is a lie…of course I knew it was, because they had never seen me move before.

I knew before going, that I was challenged. That is to say, when the leader moves left, my body goes right. When she is swaying her body in some graceful form of art, my reflection in the gyms mirror reveals a chimpanzee (without the hair ). But I had hope. This could be my chance to learn how to dance.

I showed up and there was a buzz of excitement in the air. Everyone was going to try this "new thing". I have never seen a class so full. In walks the energetic, petite, blond class leader. She was Tigger. Contagious, I must admit. I was ready. It started easy enough.Left foot left. Right foot right. "OK, I can do this. This is gonna be fun!"  The first song ends and I think, "I can do this. What a surprise. I might not be so bad after all."

I was dreaming.

Two steps into the next song I am lost. Pathetically lost. I try to rally hope by looking around to see if others are struggling. Mistake. Everyone is moving in unison. I attempt to motivate myself, "Just keep moving Michelle. Maybe no one will notice." "Yeah right,"  the mirror hollers back at me. I try desperately not to trip and just keep bouncing. Bouncing is good. You’re doing good. I’m sure the next song will be easier.

OK,  maybe not.

The next class is Friday. I’ll be there. Pride a bit bruised, but determined to give it another go. You’ll find me in the back row this time. Any takers?