I have no rhythm. Ask A. Before Lila was born we took an infant CPR class. When performing infant CPR you are told to sing “Stayin’ Alive” and provide CPR on the beats. This provides the correct number of compressions per minute for infants. So we had to practice while listening to the song and I was incapable of staying on beat and providing the compressions are the right time. No rhythm.
This is why my recent habit of going to zumba class is a bit of a surprise. I have no rhythm, I don’t like dancing in front of others or you know, trying to dance in front of others. But I really enjoy the classes. I enjoy the music, I enjoy the relative anonymity of going to class and being able to do my thing in the back row and no one notices. Not only have the classes been helpful as I try to lose weight, but it has really helped my mental state. It can seem stressful to get everything together and get out the door in time for class but I always feel so much better at the end. My anxiety is less. I’m so focused on trying to figure out what the heck I am supposed to be doing with my arms or my feet, let alone my hands and feet together, that I can’t run through my mental to do list or focus on all the things being neglected while I’m at class. Yoga may be a great physical workout but for me, that quiet time lets me get too into my own head and never has the desired effect. But zumba? Loud music, flashing lights and choreographed dances that I only kinda know how to do? That seems to be the key right now and lets me eat that cookie at 2pm when I just can’t make myself write another contract without some chocolate. (Also, when I attend David’s more latin dance zumba on Tuesdays, I like to think I’m paying homage to my Willimantic roots.) So while zumba classes may mean a few less chores are completed or emails sent in the evening, it does mean that I feel better, I hopefully start to look better and maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn some rhythm.