The Zumba Saturation

When we first moved to this town, we didn't have any children. It's a small town, and we're not really social butterflies so we didn't really get out to meet new people.

Until I decided to try Zumba at our local school. I needed the exercise and I needed a FUN way to do it.

So I tried it.
Loved it.

Been doing it ever since. (If you decide to do it, I recommend going in the front row and not giving a shit who sees you doing your moves. Honestly NO ONE else will care and if you're not the instructor NO ONE is looking at you. No, really.)

I met a few friends there (one of which knew my husband from family vacations to summer camp, but I digress) and all three of them are named Jen. Well. Jen, Jen, and Jenn. I was surrounded by Jen(n)s. The front row of class was made up of the Jen(n)s and me (not a Jen). We had a great time. Eventually I talked one of the Jen's into becoming a Zumba instructor. Long story short, she's ultimately taken over the class in our town.

I loved going, and tonight was my first night back in over a year. When I got pregnant, I was so nauseous I couldn't even fathom climbing stairs much less Zumba. And once it passed, the idea of jumping up and down with a huge belly - yeah not appealing WHATSOEVER. (Congrats to the moms that CAN do it though).

Tonight marked my imminent return to Zumba. Our town doesn't allow drop ins, so I had to wait until tonight to go back. The Jen(n)s have been bugging me for weeks reminding me to go back. I was excited; my exercise clothes fit, I had new shoes, I was READY.

I checked the time this morning, and eagerly went into the study to empty the boobs before the class.

Something was bothering me. I hooked myself up, turned on the pump, and decided to check the Zumba Facebook page.

F*ck.

Class started at 6:30. Not 7:15. It is now 6:31.

Needless to say, I ripped off the breast pump (DON'T EVER DO THIS), threw on a non-holey sports bra, shoved in breast pad shield thingys, threw on a t-shirt, grabbed my sneaks and left.

I literally RAN into the school in flip flops and was greeted with a chorus of cheers and hugs. I was only two songs late, so I jumped right in.

What a mistake that was.

I didn't warm up. I didn't stretch. And of course, I didn't take it easy. I went pretty much full blast.

Which means this is REALLY going to hurt tomorrow.

The best part? Doing Zumba with FULL BOOBS. Holy freaking ouchies Batman. Now I know why they recommend wearing TWO sports bras. But at least my boobs didn't leak everywhere. The last thing I would need is for peeps to see my imminent glorious reception and then slip in breast milk and sprain an ankle. EMBARASSING.

So here I sit, covered in sweat and breast milk, proud of myself for at least getting the workout in, and cursing myself because of course, I have a full schedule tomorrow while Anna's at school.

FANtastic.