In case you haven't figured this out yet, I kinda like to do things myself -- take care of my kids, make dinners, etc. For this reason, I am very guarded about who watches my children. When Brady and I go out, I always put my babies to bed first (one nice thing about early bed times) and I only use a very short list of sitters (maybe 2 or 3 in 6 years). My children have virtually never seen the inside of any child care facility. When Kelsey was almost two she went to the gym child care a few times a week, but only because my running partner (and Primary President) worked there. Otherwise, it's Caroline (my sister) or Brady.
So when I decided to try out a Zumba class at the YMCA, I made sure someone I knew would be there to take care of Shelley. My long-time friend, and overall one of the most awesome people that I know, Ofa, just happens to work on Wednesday mornings from 8 -12, during the 8 o'clock Zumba class. Although Shelley cried a bit today while I was away, she made it through without any serious emotional trauma (or at least she didn't tell me about any:) so I decided to give the class a go...
AND I LOVE IT!
I showed up wearing my usual running gear and felt quickly out of place when the instructor arrived wearing some cute, and very tight, black capris and a floral tank -- along with a rockin' body (which gave immediate encouragement -- no wonder infomercials work). As for my moves, I had no idea what I was doing half the time and the times that I did were worse than the "bad" auditions on So You Think You Can Dance. I tried to do salsa, some meringue, hip-hop, and a few other things I can't pronounce or didn't hear because I was too busy concentrating.
I don't know about any physical fitness from today's attempt at dancing, but shakin' my hips and swinging my booty (in whatever direction) sure did my soul some good.