Zumba Diary, better late than never and hanging on

I’m feeling very positive this evening after yet another envigorating Zumba session. The ‘j’ word was hardly used and I think some j’s were replaced by the less shocking ‘down and up’ which is a milder version of a full on jump. There were a couple of minutes which were a little disturbing though. Wonderful Woman put on a very fast song and was transformed into Crazy Lady, shouting out instructions at double the normal speed “left, back, right, front, again, arms, jump, in, out, arms, one of each, left, back, right, front.” The whole class (except one) was moving in fast forward mode. It was manic. Then the song ended and Wonderful Woman was immediately returned to her usual bouncy but controlled self. There has definitely been progress in my Zumba journey. I will attempt to summarise my current attainment. The report will include technical Zumba terms but hopefully all readers will get a feel of my success even if they are unfamiliar with the language.

Zumba Summary

Strengths (the things I can do, not necessarily in time with most of the class nor in the right direction but I can do them)                                                                                                                                travel to the right, travel to the left, shimmy, twist, add a shimmy to the twist, wax on wax off, dip, dig, big arms, add the arms, tap, back on the right, back on the left, grapevine, 2 back, 2 forward, shake everything (my speciality), hips, make it bigger, four, merengue, reach, sit ups, squat, up and over, add the chop, single single double, clap, march, wiggle (another speciality), kick, heel, step, step on the diagonal, 1 2 3, etc.

Areas for Development (things I don’t bother attempting – yet)                                                                                                                                          jump, add inbetween feet, tighten those tummies, synchronizing with rest of group.

Today is my sister’s birthday. Her card will be spending the night travelling in some form of transport chosen by the Royal Mail across Yorkshire and should arrive at her home in the morning. I tried to end my run of ‘belated’ cards by buying the card two days before her birthday but I didn’t figure Sunday into the equation so she won’t be the person saying “I can’t believe it. Its a card from Rose on my actual birthday”.   I do feel particularly inadequate in relation to my sister’s family’s birthdays. I intended to take my eldest niece somewhere special for her 21st present but time slipped by and so I decided to wait til her sister  was 21 and do a joint trip somewhere. That didn’t happen either. Soon after this her youngest sister was 18. Perfect, I could do a triple treat but how time flies. Maybe this will be the summer I take my nieces aged 19, 22 and 24 away. If my sister puts her one day late card into this context she’ll feel she is very fortunate having received it one day late while those close to her are still waiting after hundreds of days.

Yesterday’s proverb relating to my life was Jumping from the frying pan into the fire. For some time, three of our household’s washing baskets have had cracks in the base. The pink one has the largest cracks and  I have been enjoying the mini amazement I experience each time I use it and it successfully functions as a carrier of washing. This all came to end yesterday when the base gave way and washing tumbled out onto the gravel area of our garden. Apart from two T shirts falling into a puddle the rest of the washing was saved from a rewash. I could have left the washing on the gravel frying pan and pegged it directly onto the line from there but the risk taker in me took over. Wishful thinking and my disinclination to bend down several times prompted me to lift up the whole pile of wet washing and balance it over the line. It was evident from the start that one hand was needed to hold it in the ‘online’ position. This left one hand to ease out a piece of clothing and manipulate a peg to secure it to the line. Tricky but do-able. The next item of clothing was even trickier but with arms at full stretch I achieved ‘pegged on line’. At this point there were still about eight items in the balancing online pile. A moment later there was nothing in this pile but a new pile of about eight items had formed in a large puddle on the ground. My faith in the online pile’s ability to balance without my steadying hand had led me to leave it alone while I moved down the line to peg the next item. Without my support it didn’t really stand a chance against the slight breeze and gravity.      If it was a film it would be Final Destination 30 degrees. Those eight items cheated rewash but their destiny dictated the washing machine would get them in the end.

Now I have to make a decision about the pink washing basket. Maybe Duck tape can restore it to its former glory or maybe it could remain in its current state and become an indoor basket and carry small dry loads.


About stephanieroseishere

My life is amazing on a small scale and I can make it sound super amazing! It is unlikely I'll ever climb Mount Everest but I often navigate the mountain of stuff that accumlates at an alarming rate in various rooms in my house. My household consists of me, my OH (Frodo), my two daughters (D1 and D2) and my son (Son). Recently I read this somewhere “If I make someone smile today then my day has been worthwhile” or something like that. By writing this blog I hope to make many people smile but if only I read it I’ll be smiling anyway. I would love to get your comments and will endeavour to respond to any I get.

One response to “Zumba Diary, better late than never and hanging on

  1. I am going to get my sister to read your Zumba post as I think her experiences are very similar. I haven’t ventured into this exotic Latino world but I have been doing yoga lately and nearly started a domino-effect wipeout round the room after losing my balance during a “standing forward bend” (get me…) and almost landing on my neighbour. Oh, and I always forget my sister’s birthday, as well as everyone else I know. Who wants to be constrained by mere calendar days to remember our loved ones? (that’s my excuse anyway. Never washes.)

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