I’ve not been able to go to Zumba or Body Combat all that much so far this month, where “all that much” roughly translates as “once”. It’s not that I’ve gone off these things (thus breaking with my traditional pattern of getting bored a few months into any given endeavour), but it’s pretty hard to contemplate bouncing about like a loon for 45 minutes after a day at work on not very much sleep, let alone actually go and do it. Pretty much the only exercise I’ve gotten in the last couple of weeks has been bopping about in choir practice on Mondays – turns out not even chronic Zombie-ism can stop me from singing if it’s on offer (again, workplaces of the nation, are you getting this??)
Anywho, this evening I found myself in the, of late, rare position of having energy upon finishing work so thought I’d take advantage and head to Zumba. Functioning me? Check. Functioning Zumba class? Not so much check. Grrr.