Don't Judge a Book by Its Cover, Zumba Edition.

Yesterday morning, I showed up bright and early for Zumba class.  I thought I'd done this class before at another gym, but either I was horribly mistaken then or Zumba has done a psychotic 180 in the last couple of years.  More on that in a moment.

So, I nervously situated myself in a back corner and a lady warned me not to follow her as she had never done it before.  As I had no idea what I was doing either, I recommended that she pick out someone in the crowd who looked like a regular Zumba-goer to follow, which was my plan.  Immediately, I zeroed in on some dude who just screamed "newcomer", and noted that there was no way in hell that guy would be a good one to follow.

Boy, was I ever wrong.  This out-of-place, giant, lumberjack-lookin' dude, wearing cargo pants, bearded, covered in shitty tattoos, and with a black kerchief on his head had moves like I have never seen, hips that wouldn't quit, and knew every single step, arm movement, lyric, and fist pump.  Homeboy was amazing.  I, on the other hand, couldn't keep up for shit and basically abandoned even trying to get the fancy footwork down and ended up running frantically in place just to keep moving.  And sweating.  Dear God, I lost at least 5 pounds in sweat.  Those Zumba people are insane.  Insane.  How many classes does it take to learn those moves, anyway?  More than I will probably ever know, because AB is not cut out for Zumba.  Sticking to the normal cardio machines, Step class, and weight room, thankyouverymuch. 

I still can't get the image of that dude dancing out of my head.  He looked like he'd be more at home as a bouncer in front of a strip club, but sweet baby Jesus, he was simply awesome.  Kudos to that guy and his beard.

Daily Food 11/28/10
Breakfast: red onion, mushroom, diced Quorn patty, two eggs; orange and apple slices
Dinner: roasted fennel, Brussels sprouts, red onion, mushrooms over polenta with gorgonzola
Misc: popcorn, glass of pinot blanc