Was good...REAL good

Hark ye your minds back to a previous post I made about signing up for eight Zumba classes (via Jump On It). Well, tonight I bit the bullet, told the household I wouldn't be sitting down to dinner with them, for I had need to be elsewhere for an evening of group exercise at Fernwood.
First of all, I have to mention to you how beautiful Fernwood is. What a lovely environment to enter for one's fitness needs! No smell of man sweat, no know-it-all-about-weight-machines people hanging around specifically to have you feeling decidedly inadequate and way out of your league, and if I decide to do the Friday morning class, I could have a shower AND breakfast. I just wish there were a Fernwood in South Gippsland I could join...ach, well, the local gym offering Zumba will have to suffice.
So, back on topic. Zumba is a nice workout, indeed. It felt like the old clubbing days on my body, and like a collection of women assembling for a fun way to maintain general health and wellbeing in my head. It started out with some basic moves for the beginners in the class (hand up!) and progressed into more wiggly moves. I'm up for wiggly moves...it's the wiggling and then the moving sideways in a preordained fashion that I struggle with, and that also spelled the very quick end to my aerobics life, way back when I used to hold gym memberships (and actually used them, too). However, the latin grooves playing provided that little bit of inspiration to get my act together and give the coordination caper a red hot go. And I did. Give it a red hot go, that is. The coordination I will have to report back on, as sometimes I had it, and other times I lost it. Smiling all the way, though. I had to be careful with my foot and leg placement, as a few times I felt the familiar twinge in my pelvis, from my Symphisis Pubis Disfunction, and I had to modify my steps.
Zumba is FUN. Yes, I've only had one class, and if the first one has me feeling fantastic and wanting to find another 45 minutes in an already packed week to get to the Friday class, then it's gotta be a good thing, yeah? Yeah. That's what I thought :)

Done and done

n'kay, I just signed up for a gym class. Not just any class. Zumba class. It's a teaser promotion where you get 8 classes for a mere nothing (well, just about, I reckon).WeHEY!
It SHOULD be fun, given I love to dance (and lack the opportunities for a really good dance session since...oh, far too long...) and I have a memory of the last time I used to get in a weekly dance sesh and had a size 8 figure, a mere D Cup (I could wear TRIANGLE bikini tops and not look like I was soliciting!) and, oh, 15% body fat, or some such ridiculous stat like that. That is SO gonna happen with these 8 classes, I can feel it! Ahem, yup, shuddup. At least I'll enjoy myself one morning a week after leaving children-folk in capable hands (separate, capable hands - not wanting to burn child-minding bridges just yet).
The other 'done' is my assignment. It's not fantastic, not even sure it addresses the criteria. But my head has been feeling like a ship banging up against a wharf with no buffers attached to it (come on, sailor-types - what ARE those things called? I never did learn their names in all my childhood watching my dad's ship come into port...) with this lurgy that I've had since last week. However, I have headings, I have references, I have INTEREST in the subject matter (and the subject matter says that engagement is a key ingredient to well being, and I'm all for that well being lark), I have a medical certificate for lateness AND...I have reached the word limit, so that works well for me to signify 'completion of task'.
But, wait! It's not 2am yet! What will my well being do with all this extra sleep? Dream about wearing favourite jeans, rocking a six pack and reliving my days of Joy at the Metro (pleeeeeeeeeease, someone remember what I'm referring to and have mercy on my antiquity!), for those were days of sweaty, hot-panted, platform-booted wholesomeness. Can't wait for Zumba!