After two weeks of no zumba Saturdays, I was ready to get back to it. I think I've hit a plateau (again) and I wanted to have some fun since discouragement is lurking right around the corner. There is a swim meet going on at the natatorium, so parking was scarce. Renae came in a few minutes late since she was had trouble finding a place to park, but all was okay as she promised us we would still get an hour workout.
The music started and we warmed up. Then there was a new song. And another new song. And yet another new song. I know I've missed a couple of weeks, but there were scarcely any songs that I remembered. It was kind of frustrating. Maybe it was just my mood, but it would have been nice if we could have more of the old stuff back and mixed in with the new. It was still a good workout, but I think I could have burnt a few more calories if I wasn't annoyed. I don't know what's wrong with me. I love Renae's classes, but between my reluctance yesterday and my attitude today, I think I'm in the danger zone, like a funk is right around the corner.
I don't like the danger zone. I would rather look forward to running and sweating and shaking my hips.