I got engaged, and I got married! Whoohoo!
I love being married, and I'm convinced that I have the best husband in the whole wide world. We've already been married four months. How time flies!
I know that many of you have probably thought I put my blonde moments behind me once I got married since you haven't heard from me in so long, but I'm sorry to disappoint you. I have not lacked for blonde or embarrassing moments. Rather, I've been...busy. Getting engaged and married in five months is no small feat, I'm just saying.
I try to exercise when I can, and I saw a flyer at the library advertising a zumba class. I thought, "Why not?"
The only background I've had with zumba was doing a couple of DVDs at home. I figured I could do this.
I showed up and introduced myself to a couple of ladies since I didn't know anybody yet. The music got started and so did we. It was so much fun! I thought I was catching on pretty well, there in the back of the room in as inconspicuous place as possible. The two ladies I introduced myself to were fairly new, too, but they seemed to catch on pretty well.
Some of the routines got harder and I started turning when I shouldn't or turning the wrong way. The instructor yelled out instructions a couple of times when I was stumbling. I guess I wasn't as inconspicuous as I had thought.
Being in the back of the room has it's advantages. However, you can't hide forever because sometimes the dancing turns to the side, or heaven forbid, towards the back of the room, making me in front. Now, that's embarrassing. I have to crane my head to try and watch the people beside or behind me so that I don't look any more uncoordinated than I already am.
When we got to one routine that was a line dance, one kind lady stepped forward and tried to help me.
"Two back, two forward, one back," she instructed. I tried, and I think I got somewhat better. Maybe...At least I wasn't running in to her anymore. In my book, that's improvement.
I tried to console myself that it was the first time, and I just needed time to learn. It didn't help that there were actually a lot of new people there that seemed to have been doing it for years, or even decades. (I'm pretty sure they were older than they looked.)
I talked to the instructor afterwards, and she said that after about three times, I'll catch on. Basically, two more times, and then I'm a veteran. Oh boy...that's a lot of pressure for someone who struggles with distinguishing right from left occasionally.
The other thing she said was as long as I have fun, that that's all that matters.
Hey, I may be turning, and shaking my butt, and clapping all at the wrong time, but I can have fun.
Yes, I can.
P.S. I would just like to add a small note in regards to a previous post I had about last names. I'm happy to announce that when I married my beloved Matthew, my last name went from four letters to four letters. Yes, I went from Evangeline Rupp to Evangeline Dodd. I am most happy.
P.S.S. Also, my husband had dinner ready for me when I came home from zumba. I told you he was the best husband in the whole wide world!
P.S.S.S. I don't think I will teach a zumba class anytime soon.
P.S.S.S. I don't think I will teach a zumba class anytime soon.
