A week ago, Lark wrote about taking the controls of a small airplane and soaring 2000 feet above the ground. That post drop-kicked me outside my comfort zone and propelled me to do something unexpected and daring.
I signed up for a Zumba class.
While some Zumba practitioners get airborne, this exercise/dance routine is mostly earthbound and takes place in ordinary settings like gyms and community centers. Challenge-wise, it doesn't come close to the responsibility and rush that is flying in a small airplane. Nevertheless, Zumba doubled-dared me because I'm clumsy and hate to look foolish.
Hey! I heard that. Yes, I've had had lots of practice. While I own my typos, verbal bloopers, and inability to walk in heels, the thought of showing off my lack of coordination makes me go clammy.
Nevertheless, inspired by Lark's adventure, I turned up for a half-hour Zumba session. (Some sessions last an hour, but a half-hour session's just right for a beginner.)
And loved it.
I was so busy following the instructor's moves, I didn't have time to be self-conscious. Sure I repeatedly bungled a particular dance step and got off on the wrong foot with another, but I had fun, elevated my heart rate, and burned calories.
Next time, I'll bring my own towel and water bottle. Meanwhile, I'm going to practice my hip shimmies and shoulder shakes.
At an upcoming wedding, I might pull out a couple of Zumba moves. Turns out I'd rather look foolish than be stuck in a too-small comfort zone.
What unexpected and daring-for-you thing are you going to try
Speaking of unexpected, Lark and I have changed the blogging schedule here at Reading, Writing, and Rambling. Look for a post from Lark every Tuesday, and one from me Thursdays.
