I’ve been attending Zumba classes for about a month now while Igwe has been a gym rat. I hate the gym; I’ve tried twice, and I realize now that it’s just not my thing. Igwe has been making fun of my Zumba classes, saying “It’s just dancing,” so I challenged him to come with me to just one class.
As fate would have it, yesterday was Labor Day, so he didn’t have to work. My Zumba instructor scheduled Zumba Masterclass (two hours) instead of regular Zumba (one hour). Class started at 10am, but thanks to Igwe, we were 15 minutes late. Watching Igwe dance next to me was extremely distracting. No, it’s not because he was such a remarkable dancer *insert high speed eye-rolling* It was because he was doing everything but what we were actually doing.
Now, I do admit, the first day of Zumba can be very frustrating because it’s a very high paced dance and you don’t know the steps. When to go left or right, when to slide, jump up, or vigorously shake your booty (I like this part, by the way). Igwe looked like he wasn’t even a part of the class, like he was just some random guy dancing to whatever music was playing in his head, and coincidentally, he happened to be in the same class with the rest of us. I mean, he was not even trying to do what we were doing; he was just dancing regularly, the way he would at a party or anywhere else. And his nonchalance was evident in his refusal to even look at the instructor. Clearly, he was not trying to do what she was doing.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, he disappeared for 40 minutes and when he reemerged, he whispered in my ears, “I found shoes on sale.” Really?! And when I gave him the look, he said, “No, really, I found shoes on sale,” as if my problem with his statement was the possibility of finding shoes on sale instead of the reality that he abandoned his Zumba – which I paid $10 for! – to go shoe-hunting. And then he said in his most reassuring tone, “Oh, but I didn’t buy them though.” Whew! That makes me feel so much better *one brow up*
When we finally got home, we ate. I ate my food so fast cause I was famished. I didn’t eat breakfast before going; he, on the other hand, ate breakfast. After eating, he proceeded to take a nap. “I’m so tired from all that Zumba,” he told me.