The good thing about going to Zumba with someone else is that I have someone to chat with between songs. The sucky part is that someone ALWAYS calls me the afternoon before class, guilting me into going (some would say that's a good thing, but I'm just "not there" yet). I sure want to love-love-love it like Gilly, but man, my knees kill me 20 minutes in! Part of the problem is that my cross-trainer shoes are too heavy and thick (those jazzy, low profile Zumba shoes are hard to find in stores and I hate ordering shoes online)--Does any one of my zero followers have a suggestion? The other part of the problem is that I am Booty-White-Girl with no rhythm. Sadly, my husband has THE MOVES, and I fear that sometimes he'd really like to cut a rug.
Alas, I'm coming to Zumba tonight, Dear Sister-in-Law.