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High School Zumba

I went to a Zumbathon.  For those of you who are totally not cool, this is a 90 minute exercise session with well known Zumba people and local Zumba people and me.  I’m not sure if Zumba will give me the stomach and arms some of these women have, but it is a lot of fun to shake my groove thang to Ricky Martin.  I wrote about my first Zumba experience and I have to say that it gets more fun when you realize no one else can really shimmy either.

My first Zumba experience reminded me of teaching English and college and the fact that too many people tried to help me shake my groove thang and failed.  This Zumba experience helped me to remember that I was not cool in high school and that I never will be cool.  I was not cool Saturday night, but I was me and that is good enough (See, Mom, I was listening.)

Ok.  First of all, I did not wear any Zumba clothes.  I wore a campaign shirt to get out the vote for school board. (Go Brittany)  Zumba clothes are fluorescent and the current style is to have ribbon/tassles off the sides and butt.  The shirts are tight and short and you wear a see-through one over a tank top.  And you need fluorescent shoes.  I wore black sweats and white tennis shoes.  I didn’t have a Zumba necklace or bracelet.  I did almost buy one though – back to high school when I am positive the right pair of jeans would have changed my life and I would be rich and famous right now. Oh, and thin.

The local instructors walked around in a pack and stuck together.  I was not a part of this group and knew I never would be because they all had long hair and my hair does not grow past my shoulders.  Most of the popular girls in high school had long hair as well.  Except most of it was Aquanet sprayed straight up as bangs and now bangs are straight and fall just above the eyes.  Huh.  Now bangs get into your eyes and in high school they created a ledge to make sure NOTHING got into your eyes.  Times do change.

Because I was not part of the pack, I now want to become certified and start my own group.  (I think this idea was also given to me by my mother in high school, as well.)  Instead I bought the DVD’s so I can hang out in my room while the popular kids do popular stuff (– also a coping mechanism from high school.)

Me and my friend and famous Zumba people

Then we met famous Zumba people.  I didn’t know who they were.  They were really nice and Marcie can dance like no other and I think it would be worth it to fly to Biloxi to take a class from her and become certified if I leave my living room again.  Deejay Francis is from Miami and THE OFFICIAL Zumba DJ.  I don’t really remember much about him except that he takes his shirt off after an hour and then stands kind of hunched over for the next half hour so that you can see each and every abdominal muscle perfectly defined.  At one point in my life, I would have gone up to him and talked to him to see if he was from Colombia – the creator of Zumba is from there- and offered free English language lessons if he wasn’t fluent.  Now I looked at his washboard abs and realized that I had a load of laundry in the wash that is probably mildewed by now.

And then I jumped and danced and shook it (actually a lot of its shook) and had a great time.  It was so much fun.  I actually came home and researched how to go to the big Zumba convention (must be an instructor.) This reminded me of my first Barry Manilow concert where I fell in love, came home and bought his collected work.  (Who am I kidding.  I already owned most of his music, but I bought a hat and wear it proudly.)

And who knows.  One day, after I completely master the DVDs in my basement, in the dark wearing really loose clothing, I may venture out to a certification class.  I wonder what that will remind me of.


  1. Andrea says:

    Yeah man. What’s with us not being the cool kids??? I think WE were the cool ones the pack wanted to be a part of. 🙂

    1. Marianne says:

      I think other people have to want to be us to be the cool kids. I’m gonna start paying people to feel this way.

  2. annie says:

    Hahahahaahahahaha………..LOVE. IT. So proud of you!

    1. Marianne says:

      Thank you for being proud. But if you were actually there, maybe not so much

  3. Ironic Mom says:

    This is hilarious. And I feel so out of it. But I love to say Zumba. Kind of reminds me of Zamboni, with a Ferrari engine maybe.

    1. Marianne says:

      If you saw me Zumba, it would also remind you of a Ferrari engine.

  4. DeeDee says:

    I think you look awesome in your picture! So . . . whatever you are doing to look that good . . . I think is great! I would love to try Zumba myself some day . . . maybe when you are an instructor :).

    1. Marianne says:

      Fly me in anytime. We can do the videos together.

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