Whenever we're first introduced to something…
whether it's a new sport, dance, job or…
even a new cell phone…
it takes time to become proficient and
master the skills required.
There is always a
to go from rookie to masta.
I recently joined a Zumba class…
so I've been dealing with that learning curve.
In order to get the moves down …
I've had to pay careful attention to the instructor.
And because I was so preoccupied
with not zumba-ing in the wrong direction...
I wasn't getting a huge workout.
I didn't want to look like a
zany Zumba Zoolgist.
Yesterday a new Zumba recruit showed up in class.
ahhh, fresh zumba meat.
I was curious to see how she would deal
with the learning curve.
I quickly found out…
she wasn't worried about any ole learning curve.
She didn't slow down...
She wanted to keep a high aerobic intensity level
so no new
samba or salsa moves
were putting the brakes on her.
I loved her
zeal for Zumba…
even if she zumba-ed left...
right into me.
(Or was that zumba-ed right -
I have to give zumba cred
where zumba credit is due...
she didn't care about working on
The only curves
she cared about working on
were her own.
Work it, girl.