I remember saying Zumba was "not my thing".
I still think that is true.
But, some friends asked me to join them at a new Zumba class. And since, I rarely say no, I agreed. Not whole heartily. But I did agree to go and "try" it.
So I did.
I went Monday night. Then, I went again Tuesday night. I had to make myself. I gave myself a pep talk, sucked it up and went again.
And all the while, I had a huge knot in my stomach. I couldn't tell you why I felt anxious. But I did.
Really, really anxious.
You see, since I had my VAD/Stroke 6 yrs. ago, my balance and coordination have never fully recovered. It is just a fact. I am not as coordinated as I was before. I have to work really hard on my balance. And it sucks. Not being as coordinated as before. I just sucks. But it is. That is the way it is now. Period.
But, I couldn't understand why in the world I was so anxious about going to Zumba. It isn't the psychical aspect of it. I am in pretty good shape, if I do say so myself.
And then, I had a lightbulb moment.
Suddenly I understood why I was so anxious. It is because I am not as coordinated as I used to be. And that bothers me.............a lot.
And at the same time, it makes me want to try all the more. Because I know why I am anxious.
It has fueled a fire within me that challenges me to try even harder. To make myself learn those steps, those Zumba moves.
There is one thing I love.................a challenge.
Bring. It. On.
So, I WILL be doing Zumba 3 days a week. And, I WILL learn the moves. And, I WILL get some of my coordination back. Even if it is just a smidge. I WILL succeed at this.
I may not be the best Zumba student ever. But, I WILL master it as well as I can.
I am on a mission now.