Having decided last week that Zumba is pretty enjoyable as well as being pretty good for me (why can’t more things in life be like that? Chocolate is one excellent addition to this list that springs to mind), I turned up for my second session yesterday, wondering whether it would be any easier the second time round or if I’d somehow manage to be worse. Super-fit instructor-lady? Check. Funky Latin tunes? Check. Still fun? Check. Any improvement at all? Check, actually. I definitely found it much easier this time, my arms and legs having managed to remember some of the routines from last week, a task my hips are seemingly not yet up to.
Roll on next week Sorry, hips.