"You're a Pro. Get up in the front row."

Yup, that's what the Zumba instructor said to me tonight. I guess she'd seen me enough and knew I knew the dances enough. There were a bunch of new people in the class (maybe more new than not), and even though I had kind of already put myself in front of some of the people, she wanted me to be way up front. Yikes. Me? In front? Um.....

I like this class. I've taken it enough that I do know the dances (ish) and I've found that, once you know the dances, you can actually work much harder in the class, and get a better work out (which is kind of the point). But I was happy doing that and still being in the back row.

So, there I was, in the front row. And demonstrating things when she asked. And I kept seeing people watch ME to figure out what was going on.

Now, I know that I still have far to go, because I still watch the instructor the whole time. I don't look at myself in the mirror. (I did once or twice tonight). This is mainly because when I catch a glimpse of myself, I look much less coordinated and graceful and hip then I imagine myself to be.

But I can see that I've come a long way, and that I'm getting more exercise out of the class, and just as importantly, when I was hemming and hawing before ultimately deciding to go to the gym tonight, I'm glad I went.

Thanks for reading!