If you've followed along with me since the beginning of my blog you know that Zumba is a large part of my life. It has taken on different degrees of importance throughout the years and has recently circled back around.
When I first started going to Zumba, I went with the full intention of going to exercise. It was a pleasant surprise when over the months, I became friends with a group of girls that consistently went to Zumba. Over the past year many of those girls have gotten Zumba certified and no longer belong to the Y and/or are teaching their own classes outside of the Y.
But I kept going and last year my friend from work Stacey started going with me to Zumba and it was so fun to have her there. I just smiled the whole time and enjoy talking to her in between songs. But Stacey now belongs to another gym.
And this past fall I took three months off of Zumba to train for my half marathon and when I did make it back to Zumba in November, I didn't know any of the songs or any of the new faces in class.
So now I'm back where I started. Although I've been going to Zumba at the YMCA for nearly three years I don't really no anyone in class. There are new regulars who stand in the front row and all laugh and chat between songs and I really miss that. It's selfish, but I miss being one of the regulars. Having a spot reserved for me in the front row. Having everyone wave to me and know who I am.
So now I stand in my spot in the back of class, shuffling my feet waiting for class to begin and stare blanking ahead of me in between songs.
It makes me sad.
But it has forced me to get back to the reason I started going to Zumba in the first place. For exercise. I've really been focusing on getting the best workout possible when I'm able to go to class. There is a song, Shawty Got Moves, that Geraldine does usually towards the end of class and let me tell you I'm on fire when that song comes on. It gets my endorphins going for sure. And that is what is really important.
I know this is a downer of a post, especially for Valentine's Day, but it does make me feel better to get it out. Reading this post back makes me feel silly. It's such a silly thing to be sad about and maybe that will help me not obsess about what I don't have and maybe make the effort to turn to my neighbor at my next class and introduce myself. No more pitty parties - If I don't like something and I have the power to change it than I will change it.
(I really don't want to hit publish because I think this post is stupid, but I will anyway).